41 Million years ago...

two flies out for a good time were instead overcome by a blob of tree gum. The forest decays, pressed into coal and amber. 41 million years pass (the way they do), and light falls once again on the copulating couple caught in their moment of ecstasy.

Remembrance in resin, those final seconds captured forever. It might work for us. I see a heroic pose, arm raised, fist clenched, lips pursed, eyes skyward evoking hope and revolution. In another 41 million years archeologists might wonder at this sturdy fellow with passion in his soul and bravery in his heart. Mind you, they could as easily decide that blunt face was a consequence of wind. With recycling one hopes they’ll find a role for the old Flynn carcass. Maybe as a coat hanger or something for the garden. Perhaps they’ll find loads of us. A glut so we’ll be stacked or left lying around building sites with bits snapped off. Only good for landfill. And I had such hopes.