Apocalypse Still

Will follow human will —

I stood before the wall and saw all those praying.
The people large and small and all the words and shawls
And songs and words and feelings bouncing from that wall
Blew in the winds of breath spent all in all
Cities left to fall on ears that never heard 
The murder of the birds and beasts with all the dreams of peace
And plenty underneath the pall of war and dust and blood and rust
And metal buzzards of the sky come to feast on children’s dreams 
And mother’s screams and steam from bombed out boilers and of oil —
The black and bloody leavings from great beasts of long ago
Alive again to drink within the bloody ocean’s flow.

Can you feast up in the sky
On a planet void of life
And only dirt left to suggest
That there was ever any life?
Will you begin it all again
With machines instead of men?
Can you finally find a way to be a god?