Ossify

Egos and spite
None of it calcifies
Offering no advice
To those who follow

They will have to surmise

It's hard to fossilize
That which has no spine
All the while the rest of us
Composed of bone
Can leave no record in stone
If we're ground to dust

In a world the color of rust
Whatever follows us
Will have to theorize
All the different ways
We may have died

How disappointed
They'll be when
Unearthing the truth

They will dig through
Our plastic cocoons

They will
Have to theorize
How we died