Living sparks in the dark

The world will fast collide
With its own, beginning,
Then silence shall reign
Supreme again, I surmise.
 
There'll be no more singing.
Joyous choirs shall be silent
Even Kingdom Halls shall be shrill
With no end or beginning
There'll be only, time to kill.

Endless as a mockingbird
Mocking at his will
With his black-wing-span
Across all that we have done
Right across the Rio Grande
There'll be a death knell
Overall, we have come to understand.

On all except that mocking bird,
And his living sparks in the dark
In hand.