[ May 21st 2009 ]
He hasn't long turned 70. You'd think he'd be a bit more wary but he thinks he's invincible and will be the last man standing. So doesn't find time for serious writing. Tells himself he wants to but it’ll just have to wait. But he finds time for fun with a Smudge of a kid and a travelling bear. Poor fool can’t hear the clock ticking. Tick tick tick like Peter Pan’s crocodile and then SNAP! and it’s dying time because he isn’t expecting crocodiles at his time of life. He gets back up because he was never a quitter then tick tick tick SNAP! again from a whole new direction and suddenly he’s lost sight of who he is and where he is and what he is. But still doesn’t serious-write his way out of it. ‘Cept for this one bit. Which is pretty serious. But looks a touch lonely. Plaintive.
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THE
MAYBES OF DYING
Maybe,
we
simply die naturally
because
our heart stops beating
and
then there’s
nothing
Maybe,
at
that moment of stopping,
the
irreversible and monumental nature
of
what we have just decided to do
is
just SO great
that
all life forces become suspended
not
unlike that first ever jump
off
the high board at the pool
Maybe,
our
spirit flies away
at
Einstein’s absolute speed of light
and
so Time stops
stops
dead
so
maybe
we
all go on living
forever
in
that nanosecond of our death
But
maybe,
the
Creator has devised something
just
a teensy bit more worthwhile
for
eternity
God,
I hope so
T.R.E.
(2009)
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