David Wallace Poet Rhyme

Silent In the Dark

Here among the ruin’s stones lie histories of chance
Conceived and dreamed but yesterday, a vision viewed askance
Edifice and monument built by egos whim
Just artifacts of interest in history’s mausoleum
These whitened sepulchers of pride record heroic deeds
Lie broken, scattered, buried, overrun by natures weeds
Rediscovered, viewed with awe, researched for reasons why
Ten thousand years of memory, unseen by ancient skies
A hundred million planets amidst a trillion billion stars
For countless aeons turning, with unending silent power
In amnesiac ambivalence, the cosmos wheels and grinds 
Conceit and vanity and pride, finely ground by time
Behold the hollow victories, raised up in fleeting  pride,
Manufactured statements, that corrupt, destroy, divide.
When all is gone, what leave we here, what’s mans eternal mark
A small blue planet void and dead, and silent in the dark

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Zzzzz Zzzzz May 4, 2011 at 7:41 AM Interesting and well thought-out piece.

Delysia Hendricks April 30, 2011 at 6:22 AM After reading I feel small and insignificant. Thank you for sharing this insightful read so well-executed. :)