The Fall

 Civilization's burning beauty writhing and twisting, wilters

Burnt battlements of the last fortress stand

Against the horrors of reality made into mankind

 

Gone are the marks making him or her less or more than human

Religion, race, wealth, origin, and gender irrelevant

Unanimously united in great depravity annonymously

 

Mind, Body, and Soul are thrust asunder

To more effeciently dam the flow of time

In broadest of daylights fear and paranoia swept in

Three and Two grow while One starves.

Until Two in turn usurps and starves Three

Spiritual, Physical, and Mental forced together

 

The great tide of humanity breaks upon the battlement

The currents crash against the dam

Each time the defenders raise a cry of triumph and forget

Repeated over again and over again and over again

 

Broken and bleeding lie the triumphant defenders

The last defence the only protection from defeat

As the tides take their toll and demand more

The cracks appear and chaos approaches

 

Vain civilization only stares into hope

Begging her valiant guardians to save her

As she forget their names and faces forever

 

No one thing that man makes lasts

Forever the tide crashed against forming crack

Long did defenders wail their battlecry and give their lives for this wall

But still the innumerable tide sweeps in

The Dam is swept away by the angry river

The raging barbarians forcing their way through the stronghold

 

At last flames consume the wilted w***e, civilization

White and black faded into gray

Fade into fatal red

 

The horrible crimes commited by the citizenry

The mind and spirit and body finally blend back together

Sins manifest upon one, upon all, upon nothing

 

The night and day blend together as one

Nothing to hold back, everything bursts forward

For a moment a capacious hell is brought forth

Author's Note

If anything seems odd or off to you let me know. I'm interested in people's interpretations of this poem. I might expand it, I've found a place for it to end, but I'm not sure if this is THE ending.

Reviews

[Sean]

This is one of those prose poems that is written with such an enormous scope that it is difficult, if not impossible, to find an appropriate ending point . I like it, especially the way you mix personified abstract ideas with concrete actions to create an assemblage of so many of the individual notions that are integral to the human experience. Let me know if you decide to expand it, I'd like to read more.

[Poeticpiers]

A dismal view of humankind indeed Presented in poetic prose. I am almost convinced but being an optomist I must look forward with hope