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nothing lasts


one day the
earth
will have no use
for us

no more planes
will cross
the sky

all the buildings
will have
fallen
down

with no way
to get
to town

or no need to

one day
a new briskness
in the
air

no
tainting
or
tawdriness
anywhere

no meddling

a wholly inventive
evolved
sub-species

with no use
for gluttony

or sermonizing

we were here
true
we marked our
time

but rarely
did we ever
tow the line

wanting it all
entitled to
the meat the dessert
the random luxuries

not so odd
that we are now
gone

always forgetting
to pay
our dues

always
scheming
me-me-me


Copyright April 7 2014
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Meloo/Melissa A Howells
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