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RAGNAROK: OUR PLACES BOOKED

Such a perfect still sky, cloudless.

Radiating heat to infinity,

Darkening by the second,

A touch of pink on hill and tree.

Yesterday another piece of heaven fell to earth.

We have news that our betters create

A new constellation of stars,

A new heaven of beneficent watchers,

Angels of rare metal to stand by our heads,

To stand by our feet,

To cover us with their wings,

To watch over us without cease.

The wars go on.

They are boring wars, small wars,

No heroes, no grand victories.

A death of cities, a death of nations.

The death of women and children,

The death of hope, the death of goodness.

We will be safe, though.

Our leaders have said.

They spend their time

Nesting these notions,

Thinking for the future, they say.

While bits of heaven fall to earth

And small things die of cold in the late frosts,

And there is so little, so little

That changes,

Millennia after millennia.

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