Course Of Empire Ptah
Today wild berries still cling to the vine
Though covered with dust and acetylene
Tonight a dark menace will complete its task
And the vine will lie naked and dead in the grass
In the morning I will approach though sunlight is dim
And wonder what menace could complete such a crime
But in the twilight of my own evening years
I understand the menace is mine
Before me stands a world a faces
I close my eyes
I see the death of single races
Imagined through the horror inside
I open my eyes my children at my feet
Ash settles on my bloodied hand
Without intention the wind can reap
The thoughts that destroy an entire man
