The Knowing

Scream screens poem by Judas1

Long before and after me, the world will be. On screens, magazines and all staged scenes, shrill shrieking all attention seeking: the world keeps talking and turning until the end of my discourse. And then the world turns tricks no more, for I'm no longer witness. Perhaps it never, was it ever? The sun will glow, rivers flow, trees grow and wind blow, but the world we know shall go, leaving no trace of our place.