Fossilized Us

Had this weird premonition
about my sudden extinction
by an event unforeseen

Ain't that the way it happens?

A stray meteor drops from the sky

The ash mushroom cloud
blocks out the sunshine

Our shocked asses freeze and die

And just like that
my temporary friends we're bones in a museum

Reconstructed fossil novelties
dug up by future
alien paleontologists
who will hypothesize
about what made us tick

Stuffed puffy doll merchandise
of our projected
cuddly existence
on sale in the lobby
to pay for the science
of reconstructing our long gone kind