Poezja

An epitaph for humanity.

He took a bite
And got a fright.
Forgot it all
In sex that night.

A new day dawned,
A race was spawned.
It multiplied,
But heaven mourned.

 The flags unfurled.
The battle swirled,
And fitfully
Destroyed the world.

 Our way we wend
Till paths contend.
In that first slip
Was writ our end.
 

Published in Music in the Air, Summer/Autumn, 2015