Ponder In Deeper Retrospect, to

The moment came and went
without a fanfare, an event
we waited years to witness
with our eyes. Indeed a rare
complementarity for whom
we were – we’re spared no
sentiment; whether it was
ever meant to err surprise is
best left to those who come
next – to ponder in deeper
retrospect. We’re dead, our
hands tipped the balance, air
turned black with our ash in
shrouds we refused to wear.
© 2 November 2007, I. D. Carswell