Our all-too-brief appointment with Existence

was only penciled in by the Powers-That-Be

and can be erased at any time, with no notice,

as can We.  By “We,” I mean Humanity, not just

you and me and those within shouting distance.

Why won’t you take this seriously?

We are made of flesh and blood and bone and hair –

strong enough for life’s bruises and bumps, but not for

the next Apocalypse.  We build hardened fortresses

and comfortable underground lairs made to withstand 

almost all possible punishments but, of course,

they can’t handle the End of the World.

So when the big asteroid or comet comes for us, 

or on the day that the Sun retires to Saturn,

or the night Time parties too hard and falls asleep

at the wheel, there will be so much We couldn’t finish,

so much We never even got the chance to begin.

That, my friend, you can count on.