Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

Another poem of cosmic pessimism


Joy is a moment. Every moment ends.

Time flickers past and most of it we waste.

Nor can remember every peach's taste.

Death takes away the laughter of our friends.

Last more than bronze? Perhaps, but art will die

all tongues are stilled last speaker in their grave.

When houses burn, it is our child we save.

Perhaps some years, but deathless is a lie.

God too, but if there is, they do not care.

Sparrows are just as precious as your verse.

For conquerors oblivion is worse

than losing. No one knows that they were there.

These perect instants fragments of some whole

that never came together to console.

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