Their souls 'neath the boulders,
Earth and landscaped lawns.
Recollections linger
'Till they, too, begin to moulder.
Time's soldiers knock off
The pawns.
The living cling to the notion
That the mind contains some potion
To keep oblivion at bay.
To stay as actors at eternal play.
Such hubris! What vanity!
The forgotten hordes must laugh
At that pathetic inanity!
No comments:
Post a Comment