I write stuff that I think is okay sometimes. And maybe some poetry. Fuck, it's mostly poetry.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

(Highest) Bidder - 1/10/09

The people were hidden six feet down
The streets were packed with cars and trucks
The buildings cracked and crumbled in atonement
“What hath we wrought”
“Does anything remain”
The sky was bleak and the earth was scorched
The sun had turned its back upon them
Not even the cosmos would accept this civilization
“Never has the weight of the world seemed so light”
“Does anything remain”
The clouds fled in fear of end
And the sun was still not there
The air was still and moved not a hair of the bodies
“How can I believe”
“Nothing remains”
We are still here
Nothing more remains
We will be swept aside
“Dear god, what hath we wrought”
“We will always take more”

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