Stuck Between Innocence and Immortality

[The Rider]

To be the astronomer
Bequeathed the heavens!
Yet we are stuck here,
At the end of this age,
Our own personal 2012.

No horsemen heralded the end
Of this world.
Alerted only by our songbirds change of appetite,
We amass carrion.
They now feast.

Tonight we lay here,
Contemplating our changing appetites
As we settle,
Somewhere between children
And Gods.

[blazeofglory]

To be the astronomer
Bequeathed the heavens!
Yet we are stuck here,
At the end of this age,
Our own personal 2012.

No horsemen heralded the end
Of this world.
Alerted only by our songbirds change of appetite,
We amass carrion.
They now feast.

Tonight we lay here,
Contemplating our changing appetites
As we settle,
Somewhere between children
And Gods.


This is really a very interesting poem and of course this is a marriage between experience and innocence, a tinge of Blake's poem, The tiger.