House of Beauty and Death.
So much beauty here.
This death trap – towering walls.
Waiting . . waiting for the end.
Arid, dry . . falsely green and living.
Life is desperate, at any time.
And change is but the blink of an eye.
From a long slow death to sudden dying.
A flash of light . . then nothing.
While the world will not end
The world we believe exists will.
We delude our selves.
Of our birthright supremacy
Opposable thumb and luck
Yet our spirit dwindles
Fades into self wrought
Time and again through history.
Humans rise and humans fall.
Death or survival.
A chance at life, or a lingering death.
And I watch, screaming silent,
as the world of hope dies.
A future unwritten in silence
As a future archeologist ponders
Who were they
Ancestors or failed experiment
Do you ever sit and dream
Staring at the stars
In broad daylight?
Banfiadh copywrite 2012