Into the night

The air is thick here,

black velvet collecting static,

we are humbled

by technology,

replacing

a human heart

with things we can

repair;

we place beads on a string,

hoping

we don't come to an end,

that the thread won't run out,

we're uncertain

of what the future holds,

blotting out the stars

with industrial lights,

forcing us to look

to human stupidity

to answer our questions,

satisfying our appetite

for ruin;

we die,

leaving a legacy

of disaster,

letting the dawn come

after we're gone

each day darker.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster