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Roots by Holly Webb

Welcome, brother, to a world without boundaries
Without borders, without identity
The mythological hero forgotten
God in many forms.

Lost in the big sky, clouds moving, unpredictable
Marking nothing but the surface of the earth
Stars obscured, navigation impossible
Individuals transforming to the indistinguishable.

Names forgotten, labels useless sounds and symbols
What has come before buried beneath the ground
Ancestors forsaken, wandering the afterlife
Lamenting the inevitable erasure of their footsteps.

Poseidon sulks in his underwater grave
Socrates clutches his poison
Galileo screams into the darkness
And the Moon falls from the sky.