They lived in the period of civilization
A properly punctuated death sentience
That no's know end
This poem is a reflection on the deathly aspects of so-called civilization, its facade of propriety, and penchant for denial. The members of most any civilization view their civilization as the pinnacle civilization, at least when compared to other competing civilizations — even to the point of war to prove their superiority. There is typically present an overwhelming hubris that their civilization will continue indefinitely, which is a serious misreading of actual history. Only through a selective lack of awareness, typically fostered by societal elites benefiting from the status quo, can such a myth be perpetuated to its inevitable demise. American exceptionalism is perhaps the perfect exemplar of such a self-serving ideal. What more dangerous ideology and destructive mythology is there than an entire nation built on the notion that it's rules apply to others but can be “excepted” for oneself when convenient. The rule of law devolves simply into rule. Such an Achilles heel is especially tragic because Achilles is so strong, seemingly invincible. Still, as any such civilization has its period, so shall its sentence come to an end.
