#813 - the world without me

 

27.iii.22

813

3.86

the world without me

(reverse obit)

for godsbother

 

beyond, now far

a fumbling on with

day in its clothes of weather

 

then this is

the me mound, pyramid

hecatomb too

 

bereft

the actual imagined

 

grass grows over

stirrings detected in flesh

 

leaves twine

sky to be continued

 

we tree, moss too

the dinosaurs are gone

 

who’ll ask

‘where do you get off?’

 

it’s here!

pull cord

let the parachutes rip

 

a mind

a world

because believed

 

and reprobate

as high as here

 

forgiveness not a thing

 

do our own darkness now

no one will read time

 

will they say

‘that was my skin in the game’?

 

will I be there?

you bet!