Friday, September 30, 2011


Given the
long history
of life on earth
one must finally
conclude that
everything we
walk upon is, in
some way, death.
The ash and detritus
of a trillion bones and
skin, marrow and
blood all ground to
dust. In time we all
master the art of
some more gracefully
than others. The
dinosaurs left bones
but nothing in the
way of useful
The cavemen left
some lovely
paintings, proving
that art must be
our second language.
Pots and pans of
lost civilizations
fill museums, the
digs themselves
strange mazes
of all that is forgotten.
The architecture of
our love is more fragile
than those walls.

--Martin A. Bartels (working draft)

1 comment:

  1. And every particulate is in motion and liquid as those cave paintings.