Thursday, June 25, 2009

The length the bredth

Somehow we forget
our size in comparison to the universe
our composition and our ghosts.

The population of the earth has went extinct
numerous times since we began
ask any 17th century scolar,
I'm sure she would agree.

And all the dust swirls and the atoms twirl
as the earth spins in a spinning galaxy
far from the edge of the universe.

We are alone all together
a life boat with a hole we will plug
with casualties
of waiting to long.

The conveniance of disposability
the damnation of waste on greed,
a new credo will spread
the words of our fathers will echo,
history repeats itself over and over
but nothing ever happens more then once.

Mars spins a little farther from the sun every day
10 to the power of 35 millioon years ago
they could have been a land of milk and honey.

10 to the power of 35 million years from now,
Venusians, or whatever they will call themselves
may find our desolate world in attempts to understand
their own origin.

We are so small in our world
no matter how popular you are
your pride is but a borowed day in infinity.