voices of a failed future

so in the end we make a baby smile
displays of virtue or of beauty mean
not much when we have left the human scene
but love may last more than a little while
each journey takes us a long country mile
and when it starts all vistas seem quite green
the final desert is so stark and clean
and the oasis but falsely fertile
no places clearly marked upon the map
to show us where to go or where we leave
our hopes and harmony for the next fool
to see and puzzle his way through the trap
or better yet more thoroughly conceive
just what we could not the ultimate cool