Holes formed
Never sealed
Rocks stuck in shoes we wield

Crude remarks
Vulgar gestures
No one cares for barren pastures

Or to look at the
Spires jutting off
The tall towers

Picturesquely preserved
Stature of a stone hawk

Loving every
Last thing
About the watching statues

Runoff from
Stone brick and mortar

Acid rain erodes
Carved aqueducts
And their gutters

Natural engravings
Off staving
Their craved pavings

Ballad of Extinguishment

Ballad of Extinguishment

I’m from yesterday
You’re from tomorrow
Yet we speak as if though
Words were spilling over onto tables

When time constructs
And converges

Where space is the place and
We sail on the face
Of the universes

None shall be safe
From the hunt
Or the chase

Of communication
And concentrations
Seen in this strange place

All too often
We look behind us
In hindsight and sadness

To look into the eyes of fate
We tempt it
To damn us

But who would know
And who would care
About flakes of reality behind us?

Who stops to dwell
Or at time, yell?
It’s pointless, and we all know it

Yet we throw our smoke
And construct
Our mirrors

Sit on pews facing backward
Chronicling butterflies
Like they were factual

Then we look up, one day
Full of moxie
In some way

The smoke fades
The mirrors break

We’re left in shards
And it still looks the same