who shall call us to account?

who shall call us to account?

the earth groans beneath our feet,
the air grows thick with fumes,
and time…

what tales shall time tell of us, i wonder…
“they reached for the stars
and burned their palms”?
but my cell phone rings,
and this instant reverie is swallowed
with the last gulp, the thrown-away bottle,
and I join the throng of indifferent atoms…
never mind tomorrow.