The End Of...Yeah, Uh-Huh- Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
The End Of...Yeah, Uh-Huh-
All insistence is displayed and when so-
All resistance will unveil Suns tomorrow;
Prognosticator's Grid-line their Cyber War,
Procurators hammers, sickles reign no more;
Ash, char and ember flecks is all we'll be;
Darkness chokes the breath from you and me.
~FjR~
MMXVI
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4/24/2024 12:36:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Never a happy ending. From chaos born to ash oblivion go. This at least we know. So well perceived and communicated by this poem.