What Burned First? – a piece of an epic poem in progress

Final Act – Oblivious Ode and Deaths Dirge

“What burned first?” asked the Air to the Dirt.

“Must have been man” interjected a falling Star.

“The Earth coaxed the Wind on the embers like a Siren and blew Them across creation with fiery” the Dirt revealed.

“But who started the fire?” The Atmosphere pleaded with wonder.

“Had to have been man” whispered the growing congregation of Stars

“No, it must have been Earth” chattered the gathering Clouds.

“Earth provided the forest” reasoned the setting Sun

“And Man set the fire” concluded the Dust floating in and out of the space left.

“Why did Earth turn Her back when Man called out for water?” The Wind sobbed when They returned from spreading destruction.

“We know this already, there was no water left to give” the Dirt mourned.

“So what burned first?” The Air asked again.

“Humanity…”
replied the Sun, eyes of gas beginning to shed hot tears.

Sun continues by reading Mother Earth and Mankinds tragic Elegy carved upon a tombstone of Astroids;

“Moon to mole hill.
From star gazers to wave riders.
From Atmosphere to Core.
Earth too rich and Man too greedy.
Death brought Them to Their matrimony
And Together They evaporate
Into the Galaxy
As if….
As if They didn’t Matter at all.”

(Narrator – in an emotionless monolgue fashion):

“The Sun sets, tears of sorrow left burning.
The Dirt and Dust part ways from the Air
And fall into a pocket
Forever swirling in the Milky Way.
The last gasp of Air stings the lungs of the chest of the Universe.
The Wind and the Clouds carry themselves to Mercury to be warmed.
The Atmosphere caught the plummeting Stars and the Gravity of the devastation would slingshot the diamonds back into the Void.

Narrowly missing the flowerless grave upon space rock, of course.

As if
As if it doesn’t Matter at all

And now, the curtains close and You leave Your seats. The auditorium too dark too see. Or is it that the Sun has abandoned You.
As if…
As if You don’t Matter at all.”

-ER

[tell me in the comments what would/should be added to an epic poem about the rise and fall of Earth…]

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Published by elizabethridge

A poet and author from Iowa. Just trying to make feelings into words and make it mean something. Or nothing. You read and decide

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