Poetry Friday - Re-adjustment

Last week I posted a portion of Tennyson's poem Idylls of the King, and so this week I thought I would post C.S. Lewis's Re-adjustment, the reason soon being obvious. It would seem to be commonly held that here Lewis is writing about old age and the comfort he hoped it would bring, as well as a concern that future generations are losing the ability to connect words with meaning, but what do you think?

Re-adjustment

I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour

In being the last of one's kind: a topmost moment as one watched

The huge wave curving over Atlantis, the shrouded barge

Turning away with wounded Arthur, or Ilium burning.

Now I see that, all along, I was assuming a posterity

Of gentle hearts: someone, however distant in the depths of time,

Who could pick up our signal, who could understand a story. There won't be.

Between the new Hominidae and us who are dying, already

There rises a barrier across which no voice can ever carry,

For devils are unmaking language. We must let that alone forever.

Uproot your loves, one by one, with care, from the future,

And trusting to no future, receive the massive thrust

And surge of the many-dimensional timeless rays converging

On this small, significant dew drop, the present that mirrors all.

C.S. Lewis