A Note for the Current Survivors

Go check the moon. If you don’t
Check it, this time it might fail.
Ha. Ha. There are iron rules,

Relentless oscillations
You rest in as helplessly
As cradle-boarded infants

In steel-banded cradle boards.
Your moon will not forget you.
The phases will continue.

But go check it anyway,
To absolve your importance.
All in order? Carry on

With dreaming in your swaddling
How powerful you’ve become.