Futility Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Futility

The undue haste,
wisps of bellowing smokes,
following their wind tunnels,

concealing the hollowed cinders,
furnace of the tombstones,

Quickly absolved nature's secrets, back to its history's concept and death's temples

what becomes of their great armies,
marches on stone and grand war mentality

this Sundays morn's, craters of innocence, and sleepy environ,
tranquility of the idled window

the outside beyond looking sky,
futility of existence,
wonders if it ever occurred at all,