Through the Years

Man builds.

Announcing each with bells and conch shells.

And celebrates

as if there is no beyond.

Makes a heap

Of all those ‘ties’.

His life a pantheon

where resides

every other,

a star

in Galaxy “unknown”

with a nomenclature-

some bond called relation.

 

Rosy hues don’t stay that long.

Life comes home

to self and me,

whereby begins an annihilation.

The anarchist ‘I’

willingly destroys the kingdom of bonds

and of all those ties.

A last obituary is written,

and all gets lost

into a black hole.

Where dies each star

of Galaxy “Unknown”.