That man is gone now.
Into the yonder deep and wide.
A black crater on the blasted-out
Planet’s side.
A moon black-eyed.

Into the falling streams frothing glide,
Water falls into the broken divide.
Whence the soul did once reside,
Now a desert where life must hide.

Or become sun-scorched and terrified,
Bleached and blotched and pecked by vultures.
Wind milling bones into sand,
That towers into dune sculptures,
Cracked dirt and dust petrified.

The man is gone now.
Beyond ruin and after his last breath.
No more pain.
No heart beating in his chest.