Flame Out


And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
John Donne, 1572 – 1631

Will mankind already be gone
when the final eight minutes of nurture
bursts from the weary sun,
our bones relics of the cosmos,
the earth flaming shards,
sparks in a celestial blaze,
a pyrotechnic slipstream,
drawn toward re-formation,
amidst eons of cosmic dust,
spinning into a fresh planet,
a new genesis,
another destiny?

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The end of the world and mankind.