Timeward Tribulations

Degradation!

The epoch of our genus
Is but a gasp in an airless void
Wretches, clawing for those distant bodies
Their dying light forever beyond reach
Consigned to a life of refuse
In the filth of our own making
Talons tear at kin
Venom vile spat upon them
Towers rise and burn and fall
As do flesh and name of all
The past lingers here still
But providence is not to be

No future will come to pass
When all we know is lost

Each day is decay and rebirth
Each sun dims more than last
Until it falls from the sky
And our last whisper is silenced