Set in stone, bronze, iron and gold,
The last legacy of man and God,
Bears witness to his dynasty’s demise.
Arms upheld denying chaos’ rise,
Crook laid down, with none to terrorise.
The epitome and essence of the human condition,
As slowly solitude aids orders expedition,
And humanity’s witness becomes history’s patrician.
Survival, endurance, and beastial roar,
Self styled God is made man once more.
But survival’s ward wears through self-contemplation,
External durance turns to internal altercation.
The garden of earthly delights is not dead,
While sap’s sickly sweet smell swims free through the head,
Flowing forth from the corpses now charged in his stead.
And in narcissistic utopia,
A unique cornucopia
Of insanities beset history’s end.
A life taken corrupts life’s rise and fall.
A punishment paid with no heed at all.
If you guys enjoyed this poem I wrote some time ago (which, incidentally, is about the last human), then be sure to check out the article I just wrote for Warhols Children, ‘The S.S. Pornocopia and Other Erotic Tales‘. It’s been a while since I’ve written an article for them, this one is about the ingrained role of pornography in modern culture. Enjoy! 🙂