The Colossus Poem by kendall thomas

The Colossus



Once invisible to the eye
now a colossus
that dies.

All things exist.
Yet this question contends:
why?

The years departing
leave us still blathering
with our sham and self-importance.

Yet no one knows
how it is possible that a colossus
has grown from a little seed
and dies.

We blind men,
feeling our way.
While behind us disappears.

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