Silent Cinder.

All over now.
Just a silent cinder.

No more wars,
political divisions,
struggling, or strife.

Just a charcoal island,
dead, spinning ’round
another lonely star

in an ever-stretching night,

no longer a curiosity,
no longer entertainment

for the teeming neighborhood,

the luminous light
of ever-watching,

stubbornly silent life…