A thousand stark crosses
Plotted on a green hill
Once moving a thousand miles an hour
Now stand still.
At life’s bloody terminus
We are told they are the purest of all of us
The rolling front blending together
Forming a sea of forever
A canvas ravaged with uniform dials
For uniform men
Filling uniform files
Drifting together
In their uniform sin.
Now the timeless
Keep time.
Their shadows cast long
In the late setting sun.
Only able to regret
Neglecting the future in the past
Fathoming now in past’s future.
The lucky few are rare to see
Peering through the darkness
To their future only they can see
Who make it to self-actuating immortality
Cast a unique umbra
Wasting no light on any but they
For all of eternity.