Living sparks in the dark
The world will fast collide
With its own beginning,
Then silence shall reign
Supreme again, I surmise.
There'll be no more singing.
Joyous choirs shall be silent
Even Kingdom Halls shall be shrill
With no end or beginning
There'll be only time to kill.
Endless as a mocking bird
Mocking at his will…
With his black-wing-span
Across all that we have done
Right across the Rio Grande
There'll be a death knell…
Over all we have come to understand.
On all except that mocking bird,
And his living sparks in the dark
In hand!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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