O Century

Remus Giger
O Century,
where were you when our love blistered, cracked
and fell into the soundless sleep
that makes a bitter resonance of days?

O Century,
Where were you when the clock struck dumb
the voices raised in anguish and despair
and crushed the sweet rebellion of hope?

Time heals nothing
but sucks our bones
and grinds its carbon teeth,
drools the slick-black spittle
and builds empires from the ash.

Blameless we shall walk before you,
proud in our reckless wisdom
but doomed.

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