How dark the end was without stars, without tears, Surrounded by meditation In a vast sea of unexpressed fears A sharing of thoughts in an unavoidable situation. We waited as the universe contracted Our thoughts in extremis extracted.
In the end we did not pray Or wonder about our continued existence No one had anything wise to say In the inevitable, unchanging sequence. There was nothing we could do as the earth Broke apart, but accept oncoming death
It crushed us in a second, Rent limbs, leaving only dust, The sun imploded The planets went bust And no memory remained of our history Our passing unnoticed, unscrutinised sophistry.
Our philosophies, science, churches,and mosques un-constructed In the flickering retreating waves of relative time, All hot air. Our great ancestors un-created Like this unwritten unpublished rhyme. Our shared un-lived existence Without precedence or consequence.