"endling" poems
And the very last, the endling,
Caged in the sunlight at Beaumaris Zoo,
Tired of the poking and the prodding
Paced out of existence into history,
Into emblem and icon
Legend and label,
On to things protected by copyright,
Footage and fable,
And the internet's electric jungle,
And into that great white emptiness
Of extinction,
That giant ship which we are building,
Stacking and storing,
Fitting and filling,
Recording into the grand voyage
Of oblivion.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
that bird plays freejazz second only to ornette coleman
in the cool and dewy pre-dawn.
the wet, bounding notes
are
suspended from the hillside like -
flesh
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
You're an Endling, darling.
That's what you are.
The last living piece of a far away star.
Your eyes and that mind behind tell of a galaxy yet to be discovered by any terrestrial creature here on Earth.
The dimensions peel away to reveal parts of your soul in the deep forest.
In the sewn seams of mountain and sky.
And in the flower strewn meadows of the valley.
A lost and serendipitous traveler is he, to gaze upon you... The beacon to all beauty and all of its beautiful ideas.
There indeed in truth be a light that never leaves you.
May we look upon your crown and tremble to know that the divine feminine has taken to human flesh at long last.
I dare say that even the stars have seated themselves across this universal amphitheater to witness your life in its entirety.
Your every breath and every heartbeat gives them a reassurance that their ticket was worth the price of admission.
And when you choose to shuffle off this mortal coil, darling... Please know that this world will breathe nothing so lovely again.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC