When the last whole-hearted hero falls
True blooded poet warrior
Who challenged those
That turned cities and homes
Into barren bombed out wastelands,
When the wooden walkways
Are consumed
By the brush,
When the concrete
Cracks from nature’s ****** up,
When the canyons fades
Turning colorful shades
To white, black, and gray,
When the green hummingbirds
Cease the beatings
Of their supersonic wings,
When the tired panther
No longer sleeps
Or rises to drink
From a sweet summer spring
After hunting and eating
Some other wild thing,
When all things living
Start to decay
Then solar winds
wipe them away
In ultraviolet rays
Of destruction and disintegration,
When time forgets
That we ever existed.