Last survivor of the Titanic dies The vessel that for so long held our imagination is finally free of our living. To its rest now. May she be a reminder of man’s arrogance, his gleeful dalliance with nature’s teeth. This is what grows from the seeds of hate The testament of our breathing’s riddled with slaughter. Gruesome weapons made of man’s intolerance walk the world without a home- a grave nomadic betrayal. The assassination of freewill is the irony in this riddle. After Many Stumbles, the Fall of an American Giant It is time for lights out, time to sleep, to dream. “Hush now. Everyone is weary. Hush. Drift away to your mind's eye, the olden days. You are not alone in your grief, your failing", at least there’s some throbbing comfort in that. North Korea may launch intercontinental missile: report Not the first, not the last to frown upon man’s stage, his unending quest for power. But it’s the unknown end,...
(The Weaver's Song)