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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