A Pantoum Tribute to “The Star” by Arthur C. Clarke
They knew their time had come at last
They understood all things must cease
Their faithful sun was dying fast
They must resign themselves to peace.
They understood all things must cease
Their mighty empire would be lost
They must resign themselves to peace
There would be none to count the cost.
Their mighty empire would be lost
They hoped their art would all be saved
There would be none to count the cost
They locked their treasures deep in caves.
They hoped their art would all be saved
They held each other in their grasp
They locked their treasures deep in caves
Their star pulsed out its dying gasp.
They held each other in their grasp
They knew God would remember them
Their star pulsed out its dying gasp -
Its light was seen in Bethlehem.
© Elwood Herring 26 Feb 2000
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