Asong Poem by Morgan Michaels

Many wonders disappear
never to return, so they say-
Tyre's towers, Minerva's spear
Ptolemy's library
And that paragon, the Parthenon
stove by a shell one day
But I don't care, let them disappear,
I don't care, I really don't care.

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So they say, so they say, but I don't care, no
I don't, not a bit, let them go
I don't care at all what is gone or will come
I don't care anyhow.

Even Earth grows old
and trudges a little on her way
Her heart goes limping worn and cold
and duller every day.
Chorister lark is driven out
by starling, hardier kine-
But I care no more, what comes about
Is no concern of mine.

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I woke in the dead of night
from a heaving, foul unrest
Somewheres I knew the Sphinx was a-move
howling and biting her breast
There on the day's rim
fashioning itself in flames
xxx
Rosa-Munda hung.

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Someday a cloud will come
to cover the earth, so they say
There'll be fiery rain and icicle rain
The mountains will dance with the seas.
Famine will enter, counting his ribs
and Death, the equestrian
But I won't fear 'cause I don't care
I don't care, let them come.

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