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The Mark - the period of cosmography
The Mark
Thus ends the world, as an error of vanity,
For our departure is not the ending, not
Even particularly unusual, not
A new beginning.
Soon, the maggots’ feast is over, soon
The vines have covered up the bones and greened
The broken walls, the mounds of steel and glass
Not for the first time now, but for the last.
The sword that kept it has been put to rest,
Within the ancient garden all is still,
Calm now that none are there who need to hide
Their shame amongst the trees.
After a while no sight reminds of our presence,
And yet the earth will always bear our mark,
Whispered sometimes by the leaves in the breeze:
The names we gave it all, so long ago.
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jackfirecat From: jackfirecat Date: May 30th, 2011 04:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
wow, wonderful. Particularly like the last line.
anselmo_b From: anselmo_b Date: May 30th, 2011 07:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you very much.
dyvyd From: dyvyd Date: June 3rd, 2011 08:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
I think this is very sane, calming, and wise. The peacefulness of it is a gift to the reader, usefully re-read. One of my own aphorisms is: "Life is just matter's way of entertaining itself." I suspect mankind is just a small vaudeville act in the universal circus.

Edited at 2011-06-03 08:19 pm (UTC)
anselmo_b From: anselmo_b Date: June 4th, 2011 04:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks a lot.
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