childhood's end

so will we one day just turn inhuman
may not be we
but ours to follow.
and will we be abandoned
and split into atoms, If breathing
such a discontinuity
such an imbalance
frightening overthrow of logic and reason
and of religion
the gods will grind us for their higher end
will there really be such violence
a rudeness tearing the soul with the matter
the eggs spewing monsters we fear.
that calm power of supernatural
that terrestrial insurance
all torn asunder
will the skin split
and the pulp burst through
without that regret without that sigh
will nothing care and nothing try
and all that’ll remain of our home our sun
and that dear bluish white moon
will be memories in the hearts of those dead so soon