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.