Tamed humanity has won its prize. <br />Unnamed victory has scarred the earth. <br /> <br />All that was, <br />is now not. <br /> <br />We took nature, its simplest form, <br />converted it, <br />stole it <br />to be our own; <br />a fury of science and <br />high thoughts. <br /> <br />After the fire dies, will we not be burned? <br />The sky will weep and hide the sun. <br />The sea will rage and drown itself. <br />The earth will hide its fecund joy, <br />and leave us, <br />naked, <br />to our designs. <br /> <br />After the fire dies, we will see the smoke <br />that veiled our <br />eyes and minds. <br />We will wail. <br />We will hate. <br />We will withdraw; <br />hermits to the solitude <br />of loneliness. <br /> <br />After the fire dies, <br />we will be man <br />in his <br />true <br />state.<br /><br />Colin Pickett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-fire-dies/
