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The Ending

The far history is 2000 years old, and we have
no kinship with those who lived before that time.
Near history began 700 hundred years ago, and
feels like yesterday, through paintings we know
what people looked like then, their culture and
so forth; names of those who were famous then.
“A million years from now”, the learned man on
the TV, said, “the sun will implode and on earth
there will forever be night. Should I be worried?
By then what we know and find important today
will be forgotten and since there is no memory,
humanity never existed. Perhaps a cry undulates
through the dark vastness, lamenting the passing
of a god that disappeared into its own void.

An Obsolete Emotion?

What happened to laughter, last time I looked
it walked along a lake and giggled at the antic
of ducks; the birds have gone and the lake is
polluted so what’s so funny about that.
Serious venture in a grim factory by the lake’s
shore, ducks can’t compete with that, somber
house prices, grave problem with the sewer and
you have the making of gloominess.
The factory is closed and a house is no longer
an asset but a cold shelter where people waits
for the bailiff, as some people, chuckling and
giggling grimly, buy up defeated domesticity.
Yet laughter hasn’t been fully eradicated it
lurks in a child’s face ready to come and play