The Past is Never Past Published on high stone wallsBattered by bulletsScratched out by iron sticks Wrecked by drifting ruinsBurnt into ash, spunInto typhoons spanning seasIngested by cloudborne planktonMutated to survive the most hellish heatThree million years onAstroarcheology reads its meaningDiscovers why they fled this worldWe must toss our sorrow into spaceAre you strong enough to hear?