To revoke humanity
and take upon the burden
To outlast the survivors as a relic in repose
a monument to failure and futility
a sculpture for eons of weakness represented
in the final crumbling of this pale grey stone
Gliding home so easily upon the wind
The Eagle, flying into the westward sun
Asking with eyes and tongues and fingertips
needing wants and needling won'ts
crushed back to the barest minimums of survival
immersed in everything easily entertaining
We cannot go on like this
on until the last dying gasp
reaching not for water
but for the remote
solutions to all
our problems
broadcast
now far
out of
rea--
