Kobe, LA, Terra Ferma 00000-0000

Frank W. Donovan
01/31/95
(Freeware)

An empty moon precedes a further day.

The earth will fall beneath our feet,
and the screams of our progeny
will be our waveless shrieks,
as Earth rotates about its business.

Traffic is disrupted,
planes and trains no longer move,
a population shattered in disbelief
of what was always known.

That god who never shrugs,
image etched in slabs of marble,
inert, cold and clammy,
cut from the mountains,
that glisten like snow,
as seen from cabanas
on Viareggio's summer beach,
looks on in sculptured pity,
forever fixed.

The marble dissolves in time.
We have our restorers.

Life does sing,
only to pass on
as a muttered twilight
on this one given day.