...and in time

 


...and in
time
 
where once there was
beauty
 
there will be only  
blight  
 
where once there was
love
 
there will be only cold, sharp
steel
 
where once there was a
chance
 
there will be only
purgatory
 
where once there was a
dream
 
there will be only a dry
hole
 
where once there was
flowers
 
there will be only
dirt
 
where once there was
joy
 
there will be only
desert
 
and still the heart
beats on and  
on
 
where once there was a
song
 
there will be only silence that
sings
 
where once there was flesh
gilted  with
living
 
there will be only parched  
bones
 
...the time
              has
                  come  
 
weep