In the Bag (inspired by "the final wake" by David Macleod)

Poetry is forever as long as you seal it in a Ziploc bag  
Where water can't wash the lines away  
And memories won't matter anyway  
When aliens land on the barren Earth  
Not even Liberty's torch remains or reminds  
Whoever these creatures be from distant stars above the sky  
All that exists as evidence is wrapped in plastic that never fails  
Plastic seals never break or sink or empty out  
Of the oxygen that once gave life and breath to clever minds  
So sure that nothing we do could kill the world
But even Mother Nature can't give birth  
After human's historyectomy  
All that is left of me  
In that Ziploc bag is my poetry  
And the aliens looked at each other in bewilderment  
For how could humans so wise and caring  
Have destroyed a world of such beauty?  
How could beings so intelligent  
Have squandered their natural resources?  
They saw it coming, right here it says so  
In the words of this brilliant man, this poetryman  
Who warned them of the dangers when there was still a chance  
Was he the only one who knew, the only one who cared?  
Who was this JJ Johnson who was so much wiser than the rest?  
We may never know, but this Ziploc bag sure is fuckin' cool!