Sunday, August 08, 2004

Requiem for the 20th Century


1. Entrance

Eternal light gleams cold on them; cold
bluer than an ice pack's heart,
absolute blue. Yet, in the interstices,
Big Bang leavings heat a micro more than Nothing.
The dead wander these empty spaces.
The wreckages of planets and of comets,
of tygers and tiger moths
shapechange into butterflies and monarchs,
wind up the spirals of creation
until, in the deep holes of space,
Nothing again occurs.


Blogger bedrocktruth said...

Uh,yeah. Right..........

10:32 AM  
Blogger bedrocktruth said...

He said with a bewildered smile.......:)

1:49 PM  
Blogger Chuck Rightmire said...

Bedrock: Really not intended for political post. It's the opening phrase of something I wrote a few years ago that I'm kinda fond of and so I put it out here for the blank looks.

2:27 PM  
Blogger bedrocktruth said...

It was well done Chuck.

I have a retired English professor brother in law that sends me his poetry from time to time. He always enjoys the fact that I can't figure them out-clod that I am.......:)

3:52 PM  
Blogger Chuck Rightmire said...

Bedrock, this one gets more specific later on. It has nine parts. Sooner or later I'll post them all on here.

9:45 PM  
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