Our End

Death's awakening tarnishes man's golden image
As it hovers nightlong above the timeless village scene
Grieving mothers curse the gulp of man's timelessness
Fleeting as the ivy's green mid-autumn

Our bodies beaten bruised
Our spirits lesioned purple
Limbs tattered, gruesome

We lie fallow
Along bronzed riverbeds and streams
Wordless at dissolving night's sky

The serpentine briar burns
Silver smoke flying bright
Smothering blossoming greens

The rest decays
Outlined through burnt shadows
Our remains