Saturday, July 12, 2008

THE PASSING AGE

We separated from barbarity hesitantly
For it had been our trusted law
The lifting of the primitive club to assert our will
Fighting tooth and claw

We laid our stone implements at our feet
A watchful eye on those around lest our lives they sought
Until a civil creed began its course through history
To build a life fit for those who thought

A new law held out hope as we found the footholds
To hold dominion over the earth as transcendent ones
But transcend we did not for our hands grew weak
Our eyes grew weary as did our guns

The lamps are lowered
The flags they fall
The barbarians rage
At the passing age

posted by Wild 2:24:00 PM |

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