The New Big Bang. At Last Poem by Lev Brekhman

The New Big Bang. At Last



The stars are around,
You're flying alone,
You won't be found.
Humanity's gone,
A magician's trick
From the oldest book.
Coldhearted, you prick!
Take your very last look.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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