Mourning man already

 Mourning man already


The earth is mourning man already

Though not yet a century

Since the last man took a ragged breath

Of poisoned air on a wretched landscape. 


Hard to overlook the harm he did

Destroying land and sea and living beings

Sparing nothing not even self

Buried in a grave he sadly made.  


The universe never will cease to mourn

What he brought from nothing

Humor and shared laughter

Compassion and the love of others. 


The magic in a note of music

The ecstasy of exquisite art

The care of a mothers love

The pursuit of timeless truth. 


Now the light has been extinguished

No different to black holes that die

Man came and saw and conquered 

He lit the skies for a few short hours. 


The energy still spreads beyond the skies

Way past our solar system through the galaxies

Eternal witness to the noise we made

The tears, the fun, the helpless laughter. 

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