Consider it defunct,
Like a shuttered window,
Like a witless drunk.

Consider it done and said,
Like a water-logged book,
Like the service for the dead.

Consider it forgotten
Like packets of love letters,
In satchels that are rotten.

Consider it old news,
Like old somethings for a wedding,
Something blue, that you would choose.

Consider it's really over,
Like a badly mangled body
Finally covered by green clover.