Epic Poem: Part Fourteen

(Check back tomorrow for the poem’s conclusion!)






“And what if you are dead?”

“And what if I’m not? Walk.”

There
is nowhere
to walk to.

And what if he is dead?

And what if he’s not.

how long are you willing to wait

When you start hoping
that he’ll stumble into you,
not over you,
tie your wonders and your worries together
and burn them in the ache of every sunrise.

What will you do when the world ends?

We have already lost the world;
I’ll amuse chance for a lifetime longer.
(Is every balcony in this neighborhood a widow’s walk?)
The world ends and ends and ends
And I will keep my promises.

What will you do when the world ends?

Wait.

for how long

until the ocean rises to meet us
and skeletons crash together alongside waves
ocean shore ocean shore
sand dragged to the other edges of existence
until the world is only flood

for how long

until wind decides to toss us into elsewhere,
scattering ashes
until the world is only fire

for
how
long

until we are overrun
until there is nothing else
and life is a mythical ailment
until the world is only them

how long are you willing to wait

until, after millennia,
compassionate tectonic plates
haul our atoms close enough
to hold each other’s half-lives.
until the world is only.

for how long

forever

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