In A Million Years


In a million years time
When they are digging up this town
With their laser shovels
And their blu-ray picks
I would love it if they found
The Gun shop
Where maybe a small swamp rose
And after many years of stillness
Turned the guns to a muddy colour ruby
Maybe they would find the local bar
Slowly taken by a new sea
Where the oysters were clinging
Upon the bottles
Slowly chipping their way through the glass
With their pearls that taste of gin
Maybe they would find the library
With books that have turned to white coal
Hard yet still distinguishable
Gold lettering on the cover
Turned to actual gold
The wisdom inside more valuable
Than the lifetime it took to find
Inside the caves of their time
They mind find the grocery stores
Where the clerks slowly melted into the shelves
And became fossils with no ancestors
A mystery for future archeologists
As their teeth are so ground down
And their foreheads indented with wire
Maybe they would find a bedroom
With two skeletons turned to rock
Embracing in a burst of bed springs
Teeth bared in blissful grins
Ashtray unbroken embedded in granite
They might try separating us
But we would be fused, stuck
They would have to leave us within the wall
After tickling us with their neon brushes
Putting ropes around us
And leaving us to our own ancient devices



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