Taps
(The final song)
The 'Taps' they
are sounding in the distant hills
the mountains
and rivers reverberate with their song of chill
for mankind his
final hours have come, not just for one,
the earth quivers
as it gives its last song.
For all things
that came and took part in the life that was offered
from the soils
the earth shared so willingly with all proffered,
eventually must
meet their maker and the time is closing fast.
As the evening
of life draws to a close, the 'Taps' they are sounding,
ever drawing nearer
to the final closing of this door of life,hounding,
from all around
they are moving nearer, gently sounding their message
the 'Taps' of
death approach and none can stop their passage,
The branches of
dead trees tapping against the rocks in dying ranks
the water in the
drying stream tapping quietly against its banks,
the last of humanity
crouches in their caves for protection, kind,
from that which
they cannot be saved, hope forever in their mind
and yet knowing
this is indeed the end, for Gaia is dying
the oppressive
heat of the sun that has for so long given life, sighing
in its own death
throes, can only give death, that will consume everything.
The heat has turned
the skies grey and dark, thunderclouds no longer
roam the sky,
and no more does a rainbow gleam with that band of slender
hope that has
for so long said "I will not fail you", for fail it has,
one of the first
to die as the planet strives to throw off the final curse.
For so long has
our sun been the life force, now as it dies it becomes
the undeniable
force of death in which nothing can make their home.
The 'Taps' they
are sounding as the rocks split and crack with the heat,
and the life that
is left hears them, and is helpless to change the beat.
The earth rides
closer to eternity every passing minute, and nothing
can delay the
inevitable. The 'Taps' are sounding across everything
as the earth rides
closer to the dying sun. The two inner planets
already consumed
by the fires of hell, and our home drifts closer and gets
closer to the
oblivion from which there is no escape, the final resolution.
Our earth, now
old and decrepid,marches every minute nearer to the final
reckoning.Her
last days are now long, shrouded in the deep denial
of what remains
of her atmosphere, she crawls slowly towards her death
at the very hands
of that which for so long gave her life. Mournful 'neath
winds across the
endless deserts and barren mountains all playing the same
song, the 'Taps'
are sounding and nirvana creeps closer to all that which
has served its
purpose and now has mostly died in the inevitable twitch
of time. What
is left will soon follow the same path, there are no forks
left in the road
of time that our planet marks.
The remnants of
humanity, crouching in the bowels of their home from time
immemorial, which
nurtured and mothered them for so long, pray for the shine
of blue skies
and green grass to once again give them hope.They wait in vain,
for that time
will not come again, the 'Taps' are sounding.
The last long day
draws to a close, the remnants of life huddle in fear,
there is no new
dawn for the home that has nurtured them for so many a year,
allowed life to
flourish and intelligence to bloom, all will soon be just
a small dead particle
of dust while the universe lives on and perhaps must
spawn a new mankind
somewhere in its vast empire of light. Time was never
on mankinds side
and now the last grains of time trickle away, while ever
man awaits his
final destiny.
He has not long
to wait, the final 'Tap' sounds, and all returns to that
whence it
came.....
(C) Copyright 1999
BOB KING
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