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Final Voyage

Somehow they all evade me

Faces, names, accolades…


(they must be too busy

stuffing other hungry mouths)


far less vile than mine,

as no one smells


more desperate than I,

so perhaps they’re keeping


their distance?…and let’s face it,

sometimes it’s just too late


to fix what’s been broke…

sure, everyone talks about fate,


but we all have the same fate-

which is unequivocally predictable


minus the particulars that land us

in urns or the ground or dispersed


in the wind…its’ obvious, really,

unless you look the other way


compressing your life

into tidy little sums


of papery importance

and rants of jagged air


orchestrating calendars

with no end in sight


until a dark hum

spirals from life’s membrane


all pungent and foul

oozing all the uselessness


we didn’t know was there

leaving us with one final voyage…


isn’t life beautiful?


By Stevie Rose

From: United States