Which Ever Way Poem by Paul Brookes

the beginning is one step, sometimes
and sometimes, you run and never move.
builders of Empires now long dust and rightly so
started one brick at a time.

brick on brick, strata piled on strata
this way has been passed before,
see their footprints in the rocks, indelible.

they rise and fall like tides washing away their histories.
and us, what of us, we civilised men what will be our fate?
will we drown in the rubbish heap and will be consigned,
ironically, to the rubbish heap of history.

I wonder what intelligent life form will find our bones,
telling our sad fossilised tale of a too late woe and regret.

they didn't need and extinction event, they did themselves they'll say.
will that be our final epitaph?

oh man, stupid man, who thinks he's so clever with his opposable thumbs.
you are the destroyer not of worlds but only one, your own.