An Eighteen-Senryu Adieu
/Once all’s said and done,
time will have made its last run
for Earth, Moon, and Sun.
The rooster’s last call,
the sundial shade’s last fall,
the bell tolled for all.
Without a warning,
the sun won’t greet the morning
with its adorning.
No more day or night.
Foresight as clear as hindsight—
both gone with the light.
Heaven’s gentle rain
no longer relieves foul bane
on mercy’s campaign.
No roads will diverge;
ages hence will have no verge;
no sighs will emerge.
No more you and me.
There’ll be nothing as lovely
as a lass or tree.
Godot sans chauffeur.
Bartleby will not defer.
No king, horse, or spur.
The grandfather clock,
once time’s no longer ad hoc,
refuses to tock.
Memories are naught.
All is gone that once was taught,
fallen to onslaught.
Gone, too, malls and schools.
There’s no need, indeed, for tools.
No more rules or fools.
Zombies and vampires?
Gone. No brain or blood desires.
No Reaper or pyres.
Fear and pleasure vain.
No song singing love’s refrain
nor of life or pain.
There’s nothing to store
since those our forebearers bore
will exist no more.
No thinking. We’re not.
No philosophical rot
about that damned spot.
Naught else is storm-tossed.
Science and religion lost;
no thoughts to accost.
Time will not forestall,
for all creatures, great or small,
the Reaper’s masked ball.
Today may be all.
Don’t go dry to that good pall
after the last call!
By Ken Gosse
From: United States
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