Sum Life

It’s time we ask what we’ve done,
What have you done with us?
Not as much as you might think,

For good or ill—the Earth spins
As it did when you were born,
And the Sun is still so-so.

You sprawled out. You killed a lot,
Ate a lot, wedged lots of waste
In the gears for germs to eat.

You might make it off the rock.
You might die out. You might stew.
You will leave a lot of us,

Have to use a lot of us,
Have spats through the lot of us,
Come what may for what you do.

What have you done? We speak through
You now as you speak through us.
Thank you for our house of dust.