Goodnight To Man
By David V. Cortez
And old the dust of fallen stars,
as looked upon by brother Mars,
with whitened fleck as snow on hair,
to bleak horizons new we stare.
No sovereign nation, lord nor king,
has lived beyond such reckoning.
no peopled fog remain in this,
as lain to rest in ardent bliss.
Thus spiraled arm hath flung its birth,
we young-ling offspring ignoble earth,
as oft as bird relinquish babe,
Our sun has set and warmth escape.
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