In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances to expire, the incessant yet now forsaken sound of the World Sirens, still very loud and shrill, undiminished really, will be the last testament to human technological mastery, a manufactured sound devised so well that it will never end as far as we know. But there are no guarantees.
This incessant sound of the World Sirens will be ignored by the centipedes, scorpions, and cockroaches that make their own sounds as legs and abdomens rub together in their jostling for space in the empty and permanent night. This immortal sound of the World Sirens in the absence of light will be wasted on this seething mass of copulating insects quivering with agitation that certainly lack any appreciation of immortality as far as we know. But there are no guarantees.
Raymond Keen is the author of "Love Poems for Cannibals" (published in 2013) and the drama, "The Private and Public Life of King Able" (published in 2015).Raymond was born and raised in Pueblo, Colorado. He was educated at Case Western Reserve University and the University of Oklahoma before spending three years as a Navy clinical psychologist, with a year in Vietnam (July 1967 – July 1968). Since that time, he has worked as a school psychologist and licensed mental health counselor in the USA and overseas, until his retirement in 2006. Raymond is a Life Member of Vietnam Veterans of America (VVA) and Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW). He lives with his wife Kemme in Sahuarita, AZ. They have two grown children, Anne-Elise and Michael.
In three forms Two thirds; Still, Not to drink a drop, or two pots for bath. One-third in Coco cola bottle, One-third is in the Cleavage water, Then, we are throwing stones at the well, Waiting for the crow bath;