What will sustain the forests
When the gusts are few and thin?
At the obscene closure of human kind
And the silent passing,of worth and luxury

What will remain
Beyond the final tide?
The brutal hollowing of what we once knew
The lands rid of their roving pests

Whom or what
Shall linger to remark?
Meander on the ghoulish hillsides
Swept clean of statue
Brick and mortar
To dwell in the trance of solitary reverence
Upon the awe-inspiring,au naturel

What’s left to attain?
Burdened with the weight
Of total and humbling darkness
The purest of isolation ever seen
Cold and unsullied