If there was any doubt as to what we were asking for
it was not again the blessing of a youthful emptiness
but simply more time
to come to terms with
this is all going to end.
Every book I have every read
Every film I have every seen
Every thought that is me
will all be wiped clean.
There is simply nothing I can do about it,
But what an ending!
Could I have wished for anything more fitting? Could I have hoped for anything
more total or complete? Something so replete without argument? Final?
The most painless of defeats I think.
Life has no survivors.
TinFrom the sea
From the waves beat
From the rattle of sinking tin
Amidst the rocks
The sailors called their graves
Debris; deck chairs, kelp
Bottles and twigs
Timber and bleach
All of this the ocean has pissed
upon the beach
And carried away some land with him.