They closed the door before us,
And walked on into the darkness
With not an oar or wings to soar.
They; ashes of humanity’s eternal
desires,
Are gone with no arrows to shield their skins
Nor bullet proof vests and armored cars.
In black suits, golden dais, flood tears,
Jest, and flavored speeches – hour- long;
We hid their baggage beneath our toes
And sold them to the hungry earth,
But saw not their souls in astronaut suits
Board the chariot of oblivion to
illusions.
Now all we have left are fractured
memories
Dented dreams and sooty halos to
pierce –
Till we close the door too.
R.I.P. to the 50 Billion-plus dead
people, since the world began.
© Richard Maccs 2012
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