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