I thought to write without one word that placed our species here,
though in one line my mind deferred all hopeful want of such idea.
To write the firmament unlit or forest stripped of woodland life,
this sphere devoid of us in it might surely mean some other strife…
would in our place too meekly rise beneath such wasteful ways
and do more harm than human life in half as many days.
What more are we than what might be of greater harm or lesser blame?
we cannot set our conscience free nor can we hide our shame…
but we might tread a lighter path to move with fragile care
that when our time has gone at last there’s time enough to spare.
Audio and Video at link
https://wolfgarwords.com/2024/05/09/of-what-remains/
I have deleted the previous posting of this and reposted here as I experienced some anomalies with disappearing comments and likes which seemed irregular. I note others seem to have been experiencing glitches, I have reported via the site.
