The End

Monoliths and glorious dawns with claws
dance among the clouds of sulfur.
But the odyssey showed us the calls
of humanity are not populated with strength or wit.
The calls of humanity are filled intelligence and things unhit.

The dawn of man is one with the dusk of ice.
And so it is that the nymphs sang tunes of vendettas,
for they never like the change from bison to rice.
The animal farm is populated by the Marxists,
so what now should we do without any exits?

Death among the stars shows us the end of eternity.
So the love lost is lost and cannot be regained,
never again will such waves break on ocean's infinity.
And at last the eyes are graceful fountains.
They rupt visions of starlit domes and snow capped mountains.