the end of an epoch
that has started as

a seismic shift
ends drowned in the sea

of irrelevance and
passes unnoticed;

a pawn fallen
on the battlefield

of a chequered game;
a tree toppled

at the forest’s doorstep
again; as its bards and its acolytes

now busy donning
their new plumage

set out on a long
pilgrimage as if

following the migratory
timetables of birds

to be absolved of their sins
of their blunders bold

for to err
is easy

Photo by Piotr Makowski on Unsplash