Saturday, June 27, 2009

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

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