As I drop my burden
And prepare to die
I see, no sense a smile;
Upturned lips of a withered age
A long forgotten joy;
The merrymaking of the ones
Who are no more
How did I carry my weight thus far?
When it saps my strength
Like a gluttonous leech?
The smile, the joy
Was never more
Than what everything else is;
A lie, a game, a maze
For white hairless rodents
Mice carrying the weight of all;
Of life, heavier than the mountain
And death, light as a feather
But wait, I do see;
The joyful ones of old
All lifeless, all pale
All dead, all free
And the grave
That grey infernal piece of rock
Its laughter raising hackles
As it reaches a crescendo
Its laughter the loudest of all;
The bubbling mirth;
Of irony, of pain, of old




Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-02-19 at 00:09

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