They made the mistake of leaving a message on the wall
something for eyes of the future to gawk at
as if those same eyes who saw sandstorms fall to the floor
aren’t already watching steel and concrete
buckle beneath the weight of manufactured meaning
Far off beneath a sky of new stars
a soul gazes into heaven
at the realm of dead gods who long to stake their claim
and who ask the final question of a world long dead
Why embrace darkness in a universe of light?
The world won’t wait.