Close Beyond Sunset

I reckon things amiss

The turnstiles of a plummeting gate

Passengers let a half mile from stations

Newspapers thricely reporting bad news

The lamps glow the streets

Songs alone ensure them

The cobbles Trojan in fleet

Ever masted to crawl westward

Cast charged with burdened cleats

In the new world our position mastered

Though starved and drunk on religion

Beyond the reckoning of those besides

That had dwelt there

Died there

A millennia

Right and wrong collided like waves

Fled on the shore

One time, birth to death

You decide to embrace or abandon yourself

To conquer or retreat

Who are we to figure morality

Some pledge of an ancient slew

To suit ideologies pregnant

With children of self ascribed superiority

In a world that will long last our footprints

Our insignificance engines arrogance

In the end depletion

Four billions years worth of highways

That none will accomplish

Close beyond sunset