When all this
(carefully constructed life)
has been reduced to rubble
by whatever catastrophe
befalls us next,
what will we find,
sifting through the remains,
the stained and broken shards
of our architected days and plans?
What hints,
what traces of humanity,
will color the remnants;
what will be left to indicate
that we were anything other
than what we made,
or maimed,
or melted?
1 comment:
I'm thinking what wonder giclee prints your images would make.
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