Back age of brute creation 'n herbage beholders Hominoids have stayed for bodiless years Jumbled brains on battered shoulders With rash of lacking space frontiers On brief planet lay all the bone souvenirs For countless, covered bodies in shallow earth tomb Whilst' sun winks like the star Ashes to ashes, dust to dust gloom In an overcast front of sky afar Protected in the bosom of Spirit's immortal reservoir © daniel miltz