12.v.21
496
2.129
everything will be taken from us
the faces known
secrets and the shape of day
the news, the trot around the block
lean over fence for conversation
everything will be taken from us
from me, from you, from all
roof over head, all the accounts
the trusts, the emergency stash
though every last part is recycled
nothing will ever be returned
our health, our hearts
pretending and truth
the breath by bone
it will be taken from us
our say, our vote
haircuts and your spectacles
personality
(though it’s nothing personal, this thing)
all things and thoughts equally gone
the fourteen billion years since the Big Bang
four billion years of the sun to go
all of the scales of time will be taken
someone will tie off your tongue
the itch will go
dinner and dreams
skin that you’re in
we will be bung and gone
in that order or not
the hand to hold
the jaws till teeth
taken from us
truth, the little lies
the big ones
all our goodness
all our woe
it will be taken from us
a desperation for the facts
all the world gone
when we are
(add to a book of mother)
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