Finita (Part 2)
Homecoming
dedicated to the great poets
who finished the human race
before I did.
And as we come
home from sea like the hunter
from the hill, we'd quoth the
raven nevermore. As truth to
spirit and laying ashes on stone
builders rejected, what more should
one desire than name writ in water-
for even heroes don't go alone
to the last of Earth. Pity's long
broken urn has broken when we
all stand on the brink of their
eternity- so what are we begin for
when we are so quickly done for?
simply, God fucks us up. Have not
we heard? We damm fools to wait
and write for tis'- plaudite amici,
comedia finita est.
I will join them
soon enough.
cuRRent...jer