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.