Tuesday, May 5, 2009

the night spreads on the sky 

a one-way-mirror 
  with tiny little peep-holes 
for gods to watch 
  the squalid human condition 

play, watch and laugh 

even if i know 
some of the stars i watch 
  are long dead 

even if i know 
in the no man's land of 
  all things since passed 
the words i utter precipitously 
  are long dead 
if not insignificant

as night spreads 
we despair, watch and remember 
  that history is not the antidote 
  but very reason for cynicism