Requiem for the 20th Century
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.
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.
posted by Chuck Rightmire at 9:46 PM
5 Comments:
Uh,yeah. Right..........
He said with a bewildered smile.......:)
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.
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.......:)
Bedrock, this one gets more specific later on. It has nine parts. Sooner or later I'll post them all on here.
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