THE END
(or The New Atlantis)
They stood on hills , barns and towers,
Amidst the forests and the flowers,
They craned their necks to the sky,
And they waited. To die.
Among the Fords and Rockefellers,
The duPonts and other fellers,
Stood no GALT, fearless and bold,
A man whose mind had not been sold.
Upon the sea tossed rusted hulks,
Welfare ships, dying gray bulks.
Washington cracked and yellow with age,
The last President glaring with stupefied rage.
The country so quiet, machinery so still,
Gone is the reason, gone is the will.
People waited for a savior, but none came.
The earth was weary, the earth was lame.
`Twas the twilight's last gleaming,
The end of the Age,
The end of all dreams,
The end of the sage.
The darkness had swallowed,
What was left of the light,
Dull eyes scanned the heavens,
With apprehension and fright.
For no rapture would come,
No world born anew,
Deep inside them it thrummed,
Deep inside the they knew,
They had killed the vision,
Of the Men of the Mind.
Now they had no more mission,
Now they had no more time.
They huddled together,
Paid lip service to the past,
Wished the end would come soon,
With a bang or a blast --But their deaths would come slow,
Like November's first snow,
Creeping up like a thief,
Causing torture and grief.
And the Statue of Liberty,
Fell into the seas.
And New York's great towers,
Crumbled into the weeds.
Gone was freedom and liberty,
Gone was reason and mind set free.
The iron bells tolled dirges of death,
The glory was gone, all that was the best,
And the scarecrow figures on top of the barns,
Like praying Mantis. . .
Went down with the last of America,
The new Atlantis. |
