Everything that was is on its way to dust
Like bones when we are gone
Our venues will remain
Shadows of life, of motion
Silent, halted.
And who to watch the dust settle?
But no one at all.
Everything that was is on its way to dust
Like a saintly veil
Dust goes where love was not
A reminder of neglect
Shadow of distraction
And who to watch the dust’s delicate descent?
But no one at all.
Everything that was is on its way to dust
Pantheons and pools, theaters and halls
Silent, empty.
And who to know the dust fell?
Who to reflect?
Except the shadows of the fallen
And no one at all.