by Karl Watson

The last of the flickerings
The old ones
Died with their memory
Long before they passed from our sight.

Not dancing but
Standing stagnant
Forming another’s being
In their mobile silence.
First star
Last star
I see tonight
No longer bright.

When we were scarce more than apes
Our optics pained there within our skulls
Being more
Knowing less
Farther than our arms’ length
Closer than infinity
A one candle flicker
God for eternity.