A cry never heard

Papyrus stood poised amid everglades

Dactylis flourished, Ovina evergreen

both men and beast never knew thirst

Here once stood Atlantis, a finest Utopia 

now grim contours bare, a ruined glory

of charred hulls and half fallen masts

Shadows traced the speedy impetus

an invaluable commodity invariably

turned into a trivial enumeration of years

Men basked idle dreams of vanity

fallow at the brain, foul in speech

Time flew twofold, graves swift to yawn

Slowly, heaven drained the reservoir 

so privation inexorable proliferated 

aloft, Canaries sang of idly spent hours 

A costly sin for all that breathes is paid

in final days, they flounder crying in vain

when in oodles, wisdom, –they'd cast away

la-la-la, cry all whose sepulchers grope

sighing, groaning and moaning wasted fortes

that idling devoured and bestowed each one

with a shadow of a lifetime

               and so they cry, a cry never heard!