problem of death
clot on the social
brain
yearning to be
dissolved
faith in gods
failed
(as we imagine)
howling in
deserts
for blood-and-boned
millennia
perishing like
locusts
fledglings in
chimneys
whales on a beach
children in agony
avenge these deaths
save us from time
make death’s
abolition
more than mere hubris,
save us! we pray,
in our enlightenment:
for soon we will
have
and soon we will master
the technology
Yes, yes, Just heard Townes sing, "Hoping the stars know when it's time to shine". Great poem/meditation, Robbie. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob. :)
ReplyDeleteTerrific poem the perishing verse is really something.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lizz!
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