To Albert

This poem was written around the twenty-fifth anniversary of Albert Einstein’s death.

 

For twenty-five years now

The seasons have past

Concrete caverns built

Zombie metal fish swim

Un-singing birds swiftly fly

Always filling with angels of death

Always hungry, always empty

The vacuum fills

It never will fill

For twenty-five years now

The seasons have past

And the dark angels

Have had no soul.

 

For twenty-five years now

Mestopheles

Has laughed at the passing seasons

Their power of eternal repetition, reproduction, change

He knows someday soon they will end

He will triumph

For the dark angels

Have lost their soul.

 

But you, your eyes now empty caverns

The warmth that filled now gone

For twenty-five years now

Even your eyes have lost their soul.

That fatal moment

When clouds of faustian desire

Turned to rainwater

And with your death

The water turned brackish

For the dark angels

Have no soul.

 

For twenty-five years now

We have been without a sun

And in the darkness

The dark angels are invisible

Soulless, substanceless

More real that the eternal trembling of time

Stronger than the trembling of time.

 

Tags: "Albert Einstein", "Nuclear Weapons", Poem, Poetry