I'll Wait Here
If I’m still living, come back from
The future, and tell me how little
The lot of this meant. The empire
Fissured. A new one replaced it,
And also grew gravely sclerotic
And failed. Nobody had water.
The crops didn’t grow. All
The so-called superior animals
Perished, and you alone wandered
The planet in shock until you could
Return here, and tell me (still living)
That none of this mattered at all.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

Read 37 times
Written on 2023-05-23 at 00:55




![]() |
F.i.in.e Moods |