17 March 2016

Poem-A-Day #17 : On The Eve of The End of The Universe

On The Eve of The End of The Universe

Being a poet requires patience

                                faith that time's slow erosion isn't vile
      isn't just the march of atoms wanting to be immensely alone

Things must be willing to continue to find them beautiful

                                Even objects caught in death throws want

It's hard these days to see the tap dance as more than just sound
                                                            breaking in concrete rooms
against an eardrum

Wave against the side of a levee

There is a required need to see humanity succeed

                                Even at their worst they are

Notice the lack of things needing to continue to be beautiful
      sit in the lack      let it alone you