After we are gone

 After we are gone


A burnt and blasted country 

It’s arms outstretched across a barren land

Charred crops lie listless in the fields

Man and beast seek shelter from the midday sun. 


The giver of all green life now turned destroyer

Blazing in an unrelenting sky

A chalky sun shows no tender mercy

While tiny insects curl up and die. 


Let’s not blame man for he’s been feckless

From the dawn of time and Eden’s garden

Let’s not expect a change of tune

When the only song he knows is this one. 


The world will turn long after we are gone

And file our small chapter in its history

When men were briefly here and then no longer 

And far the planet travels lonely on. 


It’s lovely path bisects the universe 

It charts a course past moons and stars

A story still alive and beautiful 

That lasts ten billion years or more. 

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