Requiem for Poem that was lost when the World Ended a.k.a. the beginning of man
By the Duke and the Duck

There was a big boom, said I, said I, to the moon
For the moon
The waxen, waning moon
Silver, shining, golden
Purple
Gone
Now, just a circle in the red sky
The fire burned
It ate with desire such as a fat man at Christmas
The fire burned
It ate
I saw it all
The fire burned
I couldn’t stop it, so I fed it
I threw in the my sister
She cried out
But I could not hear her
But I did at the same time
The whistling, wastling whistling wastle of the rain
Was washing on her face
She died
Naturally
So did I, upon that fire. I died as my sister did
Like the dolls I lit when I was a fat little child and wrote silly poems
Such as this
I think this is the end
I have carved this poem upon the flesh
The flesh of my soul
The sins of the fathers
Burned the children
They cried
I cried
This is the end
Did God cry?
Perhaps
Perhaps not
Joe, however, did not
He had died long before the end
His body, decomposing, was still burned with the rest of us
The marrow in the bones dissolved
Ashes to ashes, back to the Earth
All back to the Earth
And of this primordial soup
A little creature was born

And thus was the coming of man.

Note: This poem is a satire of the SAT and other standardized tests. To see this point, ask such questions you could expect on such a test, such as, 'What is the authors intention?" or "What is the meaning of this poem?" and so on.