Fossil

I’m obsolete as phlogiston,

I cannot find my quantum self.

I’m running out of mighty juice,

And dancing up to entropy,

Because I have no other words.

I have not, alas, found the Grail,

But I have found the end of time.

It’s loaded with the dead photons,

It’s melting like the burning steel

Like pulsing pain within my mind

That kept my humble self alive.

Our crest and anthem are Big Bang.

We worship it as it provides.

But burned to ground our last ashram,

All temples drowned in crumbling rust,

An empty space of wonderland

Where laughter only dwells as a ghost.