It was set alight

by satellite

an exploding Tel star,

burning bright

it was a beautiful sight

caught in the distance so far,

with all its might

it burst out of spite

like an ill tempered fat cigar,

and without much fight

it blew like dynamite

The Earth had its final hurrah.

 

We come not to mourn

or be seen as forlorn

just to lay a wreath,

though some here are torn

and pity the battle worn

we recognise what was underneath,

that despite some brain and flexible brawn

to war they were inevitably drawn

with daggers unhinged from their sheath,

but now we adorn

the species that was born

as their ashes are sown with grief.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015