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”.
