Kit Kelen #1460 - farewell my lovelies - a poem for the last day

1460
farewell my lovelies

the last day
the fond farewell
the ‘friends, this has been…’

who’s counting?
I’m well slept for it
see some ache recede

‘the end of days’

(a body is always reporting back
and takes the messages as well)

still, worry I left the water on

and having not heard from some
this many a year
shall assume what I damn well please

last day
still no rains
but call the leaf to green

the smoke again
you stand through it
can’t see the fire from here

but you can feel the sunset claws

did we wake the world?
were we aware?

can you spare the time?
fancy meeting you here
and often

a little lime?

it makes the end bitter  

no need to keep up now

slough skin of words

here we are

this is it

a year runs out

we live in the wrong age

someone else should be in charge

we are making an example

being made of

one worries it will all be gone

today is the last day

time to shut down the system

call quits

poetry was the answer!

how many in a piece of string?

and what a ride it has been

archive me, won’t you?
and I’ll search for you

so many questions left

is batshit really crazy?
is it just a thing we say?

head only hurts if you think

it may seem like the end for many
but we survive for now
and will

the last day is a quotidian thing
here we are again, hard at it

we are always surviving something

they’ll never scrub the place clean
but paint the world so it can’t be graffiti-ed
light it so well no one hits up
special blues

then one day had to be the last

how many even notice such things?

I was like your parents
always at home
if you cared to call
‘treat me like your private hotel’

not for praise or blame
but it was sweet
we’ve sung together
must do it again sometime

if we can help the fire and fled
then can’t we help each other?

those whom we live to impress
are all gone

this is not the last word
but
break staff, bury
drown my book

a pretty pass things come to
here at Tether’s End

the only way to find the next door
is open a window and out

we are the vanguard of the species
waiting to be read

here’s one skin left
go on

remember please quietly close the door
if they have not woken yet
we must not stir them now