Poems for the End of the World

~ Sonnet ~

Dust We Become

When wither winds fell our brittle towers
And come the dread horsemen, devoid of mirth
trampling to dust the ill-fated flowers,
Misery descends upon the cold earth;

When dark are the angels, fallen from grace
To ashes they burn our earthly treasures
And if all hope is lost without a trace
Will we remember life’s simple pleasures?

Though the aging star bows lowly to weep
And cruel cold cuts the last living breath
Till sinks the last child, deep down into sleep
We speak not of this lonely planet’s death;

Until the bell gongs, for our time has come
When bone turns to stone and dust we become.

 

~ Free Verse ~

Cemetery Dance

The blood of gods
rains down upon the kingdom fallen
and the ravaged rock
wobbles to weave her cemetery dance;

No sentries guard
the ghostly ships sheltered in the
arms of somber skeletons
of long abandoned hangars;

Ancient code
propels the unmanned war dogs
sharpening their tungsten teeth
upon the shattered ruins;

Dust forgets flesh,
salt forgets the sullen sea,
and the ravaged rock
wobbles to weave her cemetery dance.

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