Poems for the End of the World

~ Sonnet ~
Dust We Become

When wither winds fell our brittle towers

And come the dread horsemen, devoid of mirth

trampling to dust the ill-fated flowers,

Misery descends upon the cold earth;

When dark are the angels, fallen from grace

To ashes they burn our earthly treasures

And if all hope is lost without a trace

Will we remember life’s simple pleasures?

Though the aging star bows lowly to weep

And cruel cold cuts the last living breath

Till sinks the last child, deep down into sleep

We speak not of this lonely planet’s death;

Until the bell gongs, for our time has come

When bone turns to stone and dust we become.

 

~ Free Verse ~
Cemetery Dance

The blood of gods

rains down upon the kingdom fallen

and the ravaged rock

wobbles to weave her cemetery dance;

No sentries guard

the ghostly ships sheltered in the

arms of somber skeletons

of long abandoned hangars;

Ancient code

propels the unmanned war dogs

sharpening their tungsten teeth

upon the shattered ruins;

Dust forgets flesh,

salt forgets the sullen sea,

and the ravaged rock

wobbles to weave her cemetery dance.