One fossil at Vesuvius shows
A man who faced the blast.
He embraced his destiny,
Faced his fear,
And forgot about every past second
That had built his life up to that point.
He died with dignity,
Not cradled away in a fetal position,
Hiding from the futility of that day
In some last ditch moment.

And when the sun goes red giant,
And a gray vapor starts to rise,
And life gives way to the same green house gas
That exists now on Venus,
Yes! When our skies,
So once, so blue, erode,
I think that I will face the heat,
Or I'll face you,
And we can take each other
Hand in hand,
And become pillars of salt together
Looking ahead,
As strangers
In a very strange land.

-jenn