Ominous music plays gently in the background
Thunder rumbles softly overhead
I hear your voice and the chuckling of your laughter.
“I’m going to ask you a question
and you won’t like it!”
“Are you ready?”
The end is drawing very near
Indistinct conversations play out in Nirvana
“Time to say the necessary, but
I wouldn’t want to embarrass you”
“Just keep your eyes on the horizon”
then you whisper “dust to dust”
And my heart stops
Still
Stuck
And I’m grieving
It’s my grief
God help me. Look…
at these amazing angels
Poetry for Dullards 