IF IT CANNOT BE DESTROYED
Bryars’ Titanic plays
as the sun sets its colors
on stratus clouds and snowy peaks
black and white
bright Venus shines above
a waxing moon illuminates
blowing snow that carries
ghosts across the road
in hallowed gusts which rise
from bloody Plains and derricks
so all that surrounds
is all that ever was
and all that ever will be
the Alpha and Omega
reverberate, then
energy transcends mass
like an octet in echo
heard even after
darkness descends.