Ice Would Suffice

How swift, how far the sea carries a body from shore.   Empires fail, species are lost, spotted frogs and tufted puffins forsaken.   After eons of fauna and flora, hominids have stood for mere years baffled brains atop battered shoulders.   In a murky blanket of heavens an icy planet made of diamond spins.   Our sun winks like the star it was billions of years ago, without ambition.   We bury bodies in shallow dirt, heedless of lacking space or how long our makeshift planet will host us. by Risa Denenberg