On the Dust of History Said

On the Dust of History Said

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
"

the biggest game of the unknown

"

On the Dust of History Said

On the card that never showed itself,
in solitaire's buried pile
no moves left to uncover it's darkness
to see its number and suit alive
Like a soldier in a graveyard
Like a child born in the still of life,
no cry of birth revealed
Like a cousin of E=MC2
We, as people, never know the beauty
of genius left to the dust of history said.

© 2016 Alfred Kukitz


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Added on October 20, 2016
Last Updated on October 20, 2016
Tags: Card, solitaire, genius, E=MC2

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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