when the good god whispers:
the end
this is where you get off,
my friend
will your bones tremble
just a little
like forgotten firewood
cold and brittle
will you beg for some more
time
just one more dance in
this pantomime
or will you be indignant –
you got this wrong
see this muscle it flexes
so strong
see this heart sounds like
a child’s happy clap
like the heady beat of a
chartbusting rap
see how this grin it
lights my face
then how can it be the
last of my days?
or will you logically try
to reason
a decree that’s blasphemy
or at least treason
see this obviously must be
a clerical error
a mistake that mistakenly
doth bring terror
yes the water is rising
but it’s far from deep
and there are miles to go
before I sleep
or will you continue to coax
and cajole
like a deadbeat drunk in a
desperate role
like a tyrant toddler
throwing a tantrum
alternately angry and
alternately glum
or will you offer a warm
little hug
a toss of the head, a
nonchalant shrug
a tip of your hat as you willingly
go
smile and say boss – that
was quite a show.
ram
cobain
