Centuries gone by
And the snow only fell.
At a time when Vesuvius herself
Couldn’t script a better end,
When humanity has had its fill
Of domineering existence,
Who will find us
Face up in the dust?
What will they see when they
land on our ruin?
The stillness
of death and libraries
and of the hatred we bred,
what will they think when
they find our names on that crest
called society?
Something frail? Something
beautiful? Something calm and at peace?
…yet the work our hands have
calloused for has built nothing but this
world where only steel and chemicals
help us sleep as we should,
where eyesight and handguns are the
only hope to see the morning.
This signature of ours,
this is the insufferable insignia
that they will find in our wake…
Borne on the faces in the ash,
and in the words left unburned,
and carved in the machines
that perpetuate their own necessity
…They will see it and cry.
It will say to them only “fear”. |
Submission Name: Insignia
