The Block

Everything has been said, I saidsaying, of course, what has been said beforeNo words left could really say moreabout what people like to call the human conditionof intrigue, valour, lies, perditionand all the rest of our lives and loves and hates and sighsthat play out in every inevitable repeat and renditionof beings born, to grow, and live, and diewith each generation wondering whyInventing different answersbut none that workon our lonely Earthbeneath our endless sky