Back age of brute creation 'n herbage beholders
Hominoids have stayed for bodiless years
Jumbled brains on battered shoulders
With rash of lacking space frontiers
On brief planet lay all the bone souvenirs
For countless, covered bodies in shallow earth tomb
Whilst' sun winks like the star
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust gloom
In an overcast front of sky afar
Protected in the bosom of Spirit's immortal reservoir
© daniel miltz
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