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The Planet Weeps Soundlessly
A Poem
how could we have known
that the end would be a whisper,
the culmination of so much unsaid,
the final trial before everything blinked out?
we were warned, you might say,
by all the curses brought upon
by a world that thinks itself special
while galaxies upon galaxies thrive
when I look up at the stars so far away,
it’s too much to say I wonder and wonder
what those far-off beings would say
if only they lived a day in our shoes
would they think us selfish and vain?
would they call us monsters of the flesh?
would there be anything good to impart
from a race hellbent on destruction?
maybe there is a land of gods out there
that could fix our problems in a blink,
but I won’t bet on them — no, it’s too late —
yet a part of me still hopes for salvation
some men look to other planets and see
a world that might come to fruition there —
but me, I see only more potential endings
before…
