The Millennial Pedestrian

The Abyss

I stand before a canyon
lit gaudily by setting sun.
Striated by the laminae of eons
its walls bear bones and shells
the calcified remains
of creatures of no consciousness
who died with no regrets.

In the perfected
millennia to come
will they say we were the first
species capable of dying unfulfilled?
And will we be the last, I wonder
as I stare out at the narrowing
chasm of the years ahead. 

This entry was posted on Wednesday, April 18th, 2007.
It's part of the New Poems category.
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