On December 21,2012 - Poem by Robert Hensler
On December 22,2012:
Those important words we spewed out like chunks of lava
fell dead as rocks on a desert.
Unminded by clouds, as the bones of dead ideas.
Great thoughts that had congratulated themselves
through a thousand generations of pages just wiffed out
as candles in a windy cave.
Now there are still trees that did not know they were called trees.
And fish that do not know they were called fish.
And lying silent in a green meadow a rusting tractor.
Who names the fish?
And who names the trees?
And who will start the dead tractor?
All cry for a new Adam.
We were condemned and going backwards
to go forward and when
the end came it is the beginning.
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