epilogue (a working title)
luciferous, we gather by the fire --
the tongue and air fornicate adulterously
and we sit inspired in the rain with coffee poison [our (demise)]
fragmented, we run along,
leaving behind carbon molecules to combust.
[hopefully that will cause the nuclear holocaust,
making us the geniuses that created.]
darkly, rays of light hit the earth,
sporadically the chemists say,
but science has been killed today
and religion too, what a day for man indeed,
what a day for man.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2007-04-30 at 22:29
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