The World Ends…

The World Ends…

The world ends every day
Revelation’s horsemen ride
unceasingly vigilent

for the weary, for the weak.
The lowly mushroom, the proud
rose, ants in their hill, bees

in the hive all sucumb
to the sounds of famine, war
disease and at long last

Death. Oaks keel, mountains
whittle away, oceans dry,
stars douse their fire.

All are content with Nature’s
decree. Life is only womb
to tomb. Only Man bears

The burden of brave conceit;
Death will not dare bury
claimed Immortality.

I have no idea of a date for this


About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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