Untitled Poem by Ned Peneguy

We are the future's unremembered dead

this generation
our generation
will take over where the others have left off
burning everything and leaving nothing
burning it all and laughing
laughing and behaving like dogs
as the vultures circle round and wait to pick it all clean again.

Clean and right back to where the world began -
the primordial splendor of the world without man

We have flown too close to the sun
and now it is time to burn.

And don't count on our heeding Daedalus' counsel
after all, we are only children.

clever at building castles,

far better at knocking them down.