Only the Lonely Sky Remains
by bill-higham
and that dot there
is where
they perpetually fight amongst themselves
locked by systems wrapped within systems
and words which allow them
never to truly see their world
we call them Blastokians
though some would say
they are the "up their own arses people"
who see nothing but themselves
it is such a shame
surrounded as they are
by beauty we have never seen before
in the 13 billion years or so
of galaxy formation
and the future simulations
are mostly bleak
in most of them all we see is gone
their houses gone
the trees gone
their fancy dress and their dinner for two
the swallow and the tiger and the deep sea creatures
their sermon on the mount and their sunday feature
all gone gone
in most
in fact
only the lonely sky remains
it's ever changing coat of colours
weaving a soft and mournful song
if only they could learn to look
and in the looking
feel the beauty beyond themselves
and in the feeling
find a value for what is not themselves
and extrapolate this
into the systems by which they live
then maybe we could hope
for we have seen such things
that only these 13 billion years
could bring to being
such irony then
to lay this at the feet
of creatures such as these