The closing of the chapter

by Keith D Allison

 The watcher not call

the water not cold

the water not hot

this sounds, as a thing not like


The dinner table set

no mother

no father

the children roam on their own


One great Eagle has fallen

swaddling itself

the other walks

in its own vomit, bleating


No one sees

no one cares

let the games begin

the melody of fun rumbles in the air


The final chapter is set

how many breath


the end


For the circle

of history




From the ashes

but a small fragment


know life breathe


Posted on 03/08/2007
Copyright © 2023 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/08/07 at 04:56 AM

There's a lot of really sharp, beautiful language in this thing, man, wrapped in an idea I think entirely too many of us can relate to. I like it a lot.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/08/07 at 07:30 PM

Hi Keith. This seems different for you, and that's not a bad thing! It's rather enigmatic, and I might say, a view of where you see current mores headed. Interesting, enjoyed this. Thanks.

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