— Casey FitzSimons
They know that Earth
will overheat and die, the ones
who want to think that through. By then,
the culture will be long extinct
of its own terms, and planetary death—anticlimactic.
Maybe they believe the race will take
a higher form, have moved its icons
to some other life-sustaining orb, another
galaxy perhaps. They don’t worry
about the end of Earth any more
than if they didn’t know.
They still have birthday parties
for their kids, the astronomers, and cry
at funerals, buy headstones knowing