The requiems,are times slow dirge
For the yet to be path, lined with tombs
Of humanity,and beauty and other bones in its rancid catacombs
Who were murdered by today, never to see tomorrow

This is just beautiful. Your metaphors and choice of words fit in perfectly with the context.

Even the future slept one careless night

Wow :o. I hope this project produces poems as beautiful as this piece.

Looking forward to the whale account