an empty sky above our heads
mocks every intention of ours
with our own insight and expectation
all who've gone before us are fortunate not to have seen
their earthly achievements gathered in the dust
their imagined immortality ephemeral as a thought
and at last our ruining bodies failing and decaying
and joining those rising masses of dust
kicked up by the unceasing wind
and whatever force spent in us and released
in that decay taken far also by that wind
or so our last and only comfort can endure
may it be free flight above the perpetual dust of earth...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.