Epilogue

 

Epilogue 

The setting sun turns the sky to sand,

Time squeezing through an hourglass,

Falling onto the crimson fields below.

You don’t see the end of the world

 

Maybe history repeated itself- Stuttering like an engine.

You colonised another planet, a new world,

Where it rains diamonds and

The stars wink at you in passing.

Waking every morning to the sound of singing-

Stories spread by the throat of a planet called earth.

 

Maybe you are colonised,

By creatures no bigger than you,

With technology that makes machine guns seem as flimsy as slingshots.

Unaware of their form.

You were gone by the time their ships had even cast their long, 

dark shadows across the Atlantic.

 

Maybe you killed each other,

with bombs and dark eyes.

Harsh words cut through one another more swiftly than any blade,

but caused wars where the body does more than bleed.

The dark clouds outlived you by millennia.

All it took was a button.

 

Or maybe you were just tired.

Going out one by one like the candles of a birthday cake,

Blown upon by the exasperated lungs of a child.

Until you, live everything else,

Lay beneath the crimson earth.