Having just seen
the world’s worst decades,
we’re tortoised in our faith,
the world of Hades

and the cessation of
our tale; after all,
for light to come on
the curtain must fall,

Conceding quietly
might just work out
for the best. What I
know without doubt,

what imports
in the end is the way
the body just knows
it’s time to decay.

Photo by C. Phiv

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