PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Everything

You've built

Is made to be destroyed

And be rebuilt

With your input or without

(More likely the latter)

Whether you read it or not

(It was in the fine print)

Things will change

Be reshaped

The ideas you cherished,

Many will fade 

As if they never mattered to anyone

And a world you won't recognize

Would stomp upon cooling ashes

Of the familiar

If all of those ashes

Weren't needed in the rebuild

Like christ will come back

as two dozen kittens and a mouse

Your cherished words

Will be scrambled up into a curse

Someone else's prayer

That's why life is short

It's torturous enough

To witness the end of the world

Let alone to spy, as well,

Alien landings

Sweeping hastily into piles,

The brittle rubble

That invokes, in you, 

Precious feelings

But is stripped bare by their mere sight

And in the new, hieroglyphic 

Language of their vision, 

Will build the structure of tomorrow

Like christ will come back

as two dozen kittens and a mouse

Your cherished words

No one will understand, at all,

How they're still alive,

Not even you