An Eschatological Discourse
The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling the endless reverie.
WB Yeats
"What the..?! Did you hear that sudden flaming word?
I heard it quite distinctly. Less a scream
Than a foul scatological phoneme
Uttered by a dying world. As if I cared!
You know the sort. The kind that leaves a smear
Of carbon and stink of noxious gasses
In our pristine darkness as it passes
Round its sun. A nasty little sphere."
"You are too harsh. Although I must agree
Its final cry was lacking wit or grace.
The word that echoes through eternity
Does little credit to that vanished race.
Enough! Returning to our reverie
Is troublous in such loudly clanging space."
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Comments: 30
hail O poet to portray it write in genuine form and not a spec to hurl !!!
is there a greater figure you are backing?
whence comes our end, so sad unopposed
and what do we do with the eschatological prose?
Looks like you inspired Lisa greatly. Lisa expand at least two more stanzas, one before, one after and you got yourself your own great poem on this theme.