I await the final word
thought from the
aged sages – Image –
the final actor is cracked
in desperation we turn /
to the imbecilic night
of reprehensible phantoms/
chasing the faded
glory fantastic.

In darkness / she is
light through reverberation – the
blackened skies above /
terminal beach/
watch over those souls/
dying in crushing denial –

The view from the cancer –
Bulbous and grotesque-
Is this what we’ve become?