I want the earth to swallow me
And drag me down among the rocks and stones
To visit old bones and the roots of trees.
Like a weary swimmer drowns,
Slipping down, darkly down,
We too shall so briefly tread the surface ... of ground.
Dare not, somehow, to prevent this event
Though should we survive a century's span,
We'll refresh our youth with a bucket of dirt
And stick our heads into the sand.
Men are blind.
But the view is real good from down here, my friend.
You can even see ... The End.
What did you think
Comments
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Really cool write...somewhat spooky at the end, which I like. Love the effect of the repeated -own sounds for the effect.
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a very interesting read and wonderful title! i especially like the admonition to not dare prevent this end. well said!
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