David Hines (hradzka) wrote,
David Hines

APED: "world's end"

Here it is. End of the world.
Stand here with me. Look down. See,
far below, in mist that swirls,
shapes of things that shouldn't be.

There another world begins
very different from our own:
its greatest virtues are our sins,
its skies unearthly birds have flown.

You'll ask me now: what's in the mist.
I can't tell you. I don't know.
They used to come. Now they desist.
There was a bargain, years ago.

I didn't tell you, though I ought --
my daughter dear, I love you so --
I drew your number from the lots.
Stand here with me. Look down. Go.
Tags: a poem every day

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