Poem: The Blaze
Will we be there to see the body burn?
To see our lifeless corpses in the flame
To watch the final act of no return
And feel it’s done, it’s gone, there’s no more game
How long will that great fire give out it’s light?
And bellow smoke to mark this place of end
With shining embers still remaining bright
And holding us until we comprehend
That all that we once doted on is gone
No more the worry about beauty’s ways
Our vain and useless narcissism’s flown
It’s disappeared with us into the blaze
Our ashes cool and tumble in the urn
As, carefully, we take the final turn.