HUMANITY II

Our immortality

will be the same

as that of our

pelycosaur kin;

in geological strata,

dreaming with eyes

of stone,

until the Sun

becomes old,

and in its

end

embraces

the Earth,

immolating our

mortal memory.

18.10.2021

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HUMANITY I

So soon gone,

that might as well

not have come;

in this universe

where red dwarfs

flare for trillions

of years

in near-immortal

stellar mediocrity,

a brief moment

on the rim of the stage,

called back

as soon as entered;

while a black hole

evaporates

in 10^82 years,

dying on an

empty stage;

so soon gone,

that might as well

not have come.

18.10.2021

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LIFE

It's over,

you

just

don't know

it.

Yet.

But,

don't worry;

it's not

your

call anyway.

16.10.2021

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IT'S YOU

  It's not Life which

disappoints

the people

around you -

it's you.

Those people

who you call

your

'loved ones ' -

your victims.

16.10.2021

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SELF-DECLARED CHRISTIAN 'FRIENDS OF ISRAEL'

 If you support Apartheid,

you can't be an Antisemite,

so they tell us now, those

Antisemites supporting Apartheid.

14.10.2021

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EVEN THE ROOKS

Cold, silent days,

days of gray, pale light,

days of yellow and brown leaves

laying damp on the ground

after the rain went with the night;

and you, the only mobile thing

on your paths, carved in memory,

in the entire October landscape -

even the rooks

statues on naked branches.

14.10.2021

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1920-2021

I read 

In the words of Paul Celan,

a poet who recently

celebrated his centenary,

and immediately thought

that you are not celebrating anything;

they raised you from the waters

of your death's womb

half a century ago.

The sentience you were

has been erased from the cosmos.

What remains of you

are black words on white paper,

on computer screens

flickering in this dusk,

and they are

one long dirge,

an obituary,

for your world,

our world.

04.10.2021

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IN THE SILENCE OF THE EVENING

 Couple of cold days,

and even the sunshine

not enough

to bring back

birds' songs.

Utter silence

as the light wanes

from golden leaves

in the dusk.

01.10.2021

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THE FIRST OF OCTOBER

 The aspens stand golden

in the gathering dusk;

the wind having

followed the Sun,

not a leaf moves

on the branches,

on the ground;

yet many

stir and fly

in my mind,

a blemished mirror

for this landscape

through all the years.

01.10.2021

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