HARVEST TIME IMAGE: A photo of the author's shadow against some evening autumnal wheat fields in Warwick, English. Linda: It seems fitting to liken our lives to blades of grass. Ron: It's a useful metaphor. From one perspective, we are nothing but seeds – easily sown, briefly grown, then easily reaped. Lex: There's a democracy to this: distinctions between rich and poor, wise and foolish, just and unjust matter little in the end. Linda: Yeah, the sickles of time work marvelously. Lis: This metaphor is out-dated. With genetic engineering, nano-technology, and robotics, the fields around us may greatly change . . . we may be entering a post-human age. ==================================================================================== from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields SUMMARY: A photo of a wheat field near Warwick University and conversation about transience KEYWORDS: oblivion, mutability, impermanence, annihilation Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ) Begun: 2010 in Tokyo, Japan ✠ Finished: 2014 Tokyo, Japan Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} < LAST http://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/postl.htm TOC http://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/index.html NEXT > http://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/final.htm