One day in distant future

Ice walls walled in our pride

The few of us remaining

And hiding deep inside

An igloo city of the ancients

Built by those who burned our world

After they at least reflected

And leaned into saving Gaia

“Now ye who gathered”

Yon priest declared

“Truly are blessed by piety

Beloved by our icy dirty

Who saved us from the sun

And hubris of our fathers…”

I could not scarcely listen

For the melting had begun