JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

The last song is sung
the last ode to the earth

the last arrow to the sky
the last tear to the sea

 

as inbetween the lines
the last words are written
by another hand
that spans the boundaries of years
dips once again into the soft ink of history
and commands the words to flow
like a river from then to now

the last lines in the book
a sentence
writing itself
like a millipede
biting itself into a writhing of letters
the final words
complete the circle of mind
words to close pages