Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Dust


If all the earth should turn to dust,
The oceans hardened clay,
The sky as dark as clouded dusk
Come middle of the day,
If all creatures should cease to walk,
The birds all flown away,
No longer people left to talk
Nor words to lead them stray,

There’d be none left to ponder on,
Remembering the flames,
What could have caused so great a fire
Or how floodwaters came
To scourge both branch and snow-white bone,
To level hills to plane,
To crumble all from step to spire
And wash whate’er remained.

If all the earth should turn to dust,
And oceans hardened clay,
There’d be none left to ponder on
This final end of days.

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