Long Quarrel with Ourselves

We’re off to the Great Unconformity
To join a billion years and disappear.

It takes a while to scrape past from the rocks
And free up enough for life to explode.

We’re volunteering to join the wipeout.
What is is only what’s left of what was,

And we were, and we’re ready to go, but
We swear we’ll struggle the whole way going.