House of CardsHow does one describe the end? Bacteria
Will say they know. There will not be an end
For them. The world warms, and then it freezes.
Either way, the little cylinders combine and break
Apart, And nothing of significance to them or others
Passing by will have occurred. No judgment
Day or rapture took the larger beasts. No
Sound they made or structures that they raised
Survived, and no one who could care persists.
The beasts are dead. The mindless spinning
Of the stars and planets carries on, and, with it,
Little creatures replicate. That's all there is
To life my friend, the splitting sound of DNA.
The rest is froth and fantasy, and, when we
Who say we perceive them are no longer here
To hear, they will be gone. One might
Conclude that something reached its end.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-02-04 at 01:52
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