Afterglow from Cloth by Cloth

AFTERGLOW

After every word is spoken,
Every war is fought and lost,
And the sky has wept its final tears
Upon the flesh of the victorious

Where do we stand but alone -
In the face of the labours of existence,

The silence of every mystery,
The very echoes of life?
This is the afterlife of every dream that be
The hell of every question answered by our deaths

All flesh is grass and soon all will follow
In the steps of every friend or foe
We are but here and now
So what could it be, this life of ours?

The verities of consequence
Such compelling evidence
The battle for the gods succeed
As our days come tumbling down

Even the invincible force of argument
Must in the end give way to the passing of time
Being is leaving this earth piece by piece
Towards the unknown

And every trace of what once was here
Seems to vanish along with the children of men

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