Sparrow’s Song

Quietly the Sparrow sings
sings his songs amid the ruins ,
ruins that once were home to society
their laughter ,their joy ,their tears
their greatness ,
now counted as dust of
the balance ,found wanting ;
The Sparrow hops intermittently
his contralto cadences lending
their grace to a day deep in its grayness
wreathed in fond farewells unspoken ,
caught out too soon
in a hasty cataclysm
leaving no-one there to tell the tale ,
or recount the hubris that
led to such a squall ;
Except the Sparrow and others like him ,
their diffident reflective paeans
of muted praise adorning the
cosmic vision that no longer is
burdened by what it has chosen
no longer to see ;
Quietly the Sparrow sings ,
sings his songs amid the ruins
even without knowing that he alone
is now King.

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