The Last Poem

In all the days of Humanity
words
decorate, elaborate, emancipate.
Voice of their intent and their desire
shattered
fragmented, segmented, lamented.

As the first song
Birth
heralded the Dawn and the Day
So the last song
Death
harbinger of Dusk and of Night

If the First
splits, divides, colors
Does the Last
unite, coalesce, mute?
no Time to (re)view