The World Without

by Ed Robinson

The wave crashes against the stone.
The stone violently trembles.
Its essence is reduced by the onslaught.
It is devoured by the relentless flow.

Sand blasts hot in the desert wind.
The pyramids of ancient man,
Forced to stand through the brutal beatings,
In time proceed into oblivion.

The coal hides, buried beneath the mountain.
Compression and time recreate its form.
A diamond replaces the black lump of earth.
Only to be crushed by the weight.

Mankind presses on against the rush of civilization.
The forests must fight to survive.
Cities rise up where trees once stood,
And man smiles at his progress.

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