Preserve me Anthropocene
(for future Paleontologists)
When this chest stops rising, presents
a closing exhale, help me cheat the worm
(period) Blanket me over with six layers
of high pH soil-quick; Call in the cavalry
to parade and dance, over and over (period)
Compact (period) Plant a sprinkler to cry into
my bones (period) Next, set oven timer for
10,000 years; to all organisms: Do Not Disturb
the mix (period) The timer will decay; hope I do
not (period) And what’s left, hardness of five,
evolves one and one-half level up (period)
Finally, when the ring of centuries echo
away (period) I must be found
About the Creator
Alyssa Graveline
Poetry and fictional writing is a side joy of mine. Most of the time I spend my days I spend researching and problem solving in Contaminant Hydrology and the Earth Sciences. A lot of my writing is inspired by growing up on my family farm.
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