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Footnote: Gotterdammerung In A Minor Key
[for clumsy, awkward "Fairy Jerry," out of my past;
struggling to write this in the summer of 1974]
When the sun sputters
out; when sky and remote space
have emptied: we will
burrow to earth's core warmth; bark
and brackish water---our fare.
On moons and elsewhere,
our well placed devices stall:
our frenzied search for
extraterrestrial life
fails with terrestrial life.
Only then arrive
tall, faceless visitants---from
a galaxy still
intact: they stride among us
to mock our dying folly.
We deemed ourselves gods;
but even gods like us are
overtaken by
unrelenting sunless dusk,
then utterly starless night.
Kyakuchuu
aka
Starward
[*/+/^]
