After

After a mountain climb

a plateau, petrified trees

clinging into rock

gray branches

streaming rigor mortis

 

After an ocean crossed

deserted islands naked

sea bottom cluttered

with megatons

of whitening bone

 

After continents combed

petrified trees, white bones,

empty cities

crumbling brickwork

rust, shattered glass

 

Here’s another of those inscriptions

Zxong waving his pod

three eyes glinting through his vacuum suit

“Chicken Little Was Right”

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