Remnants Fade

Have you ever seen the ichor fall from within stone angel eyes?

Or roses wilt with a dying grace that frame descending stairs?

They line the cracked stone cathedrals, they set fire to funeral pyres,

With the unending allure of the quick dying earth and its guards who are no longer there.

Build flames with a matchbox and tinder, within the deep greens of the forests,

Watch Pompeii statues of ashen full form spread across the prairies unknown.

See the monuments built with meticulous glee in blind ode to the imminent threat,

Until Audubon's feathers are museum art fodder and we’re left on this earth alone.

Funeral dirt fills the mouths of our children while the shovels blister our hands,

There’s something like dragons alive in the skies that line skylines with mountainous dread.

There’s the unending glare of the solar life flare that tells how the last chapter will end,

And the silence that paints all the last Northern lights where great beauty will now never spread.

There’s a tiger that dies in a sea full of eyes and his teeth will become curative dust,

There’s an ocean of bone with a dull scale throne that turns water the slickest of blacks.

And there’s the obstructions that rise above mountains and pierce clouds on its Babel-built frame.

Until the stillborn conductor on a train built of glass,

            Sees the sun now descending shine on metal unbending,

                            At the end of the infinite track.