The Last Man

Restrained no more, the last rebelling man,

Alone as he had always wished to be,

Sole monarch of himself, with not a clan,

Nor tribe, not state, nor nation left that he,

Protesting, must obey, has sat him down

Upon the last green acreage of sod

And woven of the pliant grass a crown

To show the rotted dead that he is God.

To show the dead his is the only face;

His thought the only consciousness; his eye

The only judge of substance or o space;

His skull the only congruence with sky.

And singing loud his praise he spends his breath.

Extinguishing the universe in death.