Icarus

The eternal life of cosmic ray
Is something truly mesmerizing
For long before we walked this Earth

And long after we are gone
And every semblance of our
Civilization built on the backs of slaves

Will be undone and returned to dust
For nothing else will remain
Of our modern Ozymandias

Or should we say
We are Icarus
And our wax wings will wane

But even after all the fragments
Of our ephemeral lives
Vanish into nothingness

All the figments of our imaginations
And all the mental monsters made manifest
Will all be gone, reduced to naught

The cosmos, with its cosmic rays
Will never notice we are gone