(the end)

the end

a river full of dead pigs

                  a burning moon

                  a child shitting in mud

was that it then, just that ?

                  no trace of birth

                  or a cold tuber that might

seek helplessly your hands

                  wet with drops from a rusty tap

                  fingernails dark and underlined

that follow the trace of a fleeing star

                  an escape into the big black

                  over the wall, over the wall.

Reviews

[Samuel Jack]

A very mysterious poem. I'd love to tell you what I think it's about but I ave no idea! I'm still looking at it trying to piece it together, I'm getting images of war, but that's just me. Sehr gut!

[Mockingbird]

makes me think of cynicism...like it doesn't matter in the end. s**t just happens then hope there's something more than this. very raw and gritty in imagery. great job..1

[Judas Hammer]

Next level and powerful. Very visual and drew me in deep and kept me there.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i started thinking of those commercials...for just so much a month you can help one of these children...

yes pennies a month...but it really starts from the source...there has to be change so these situations don't occur...everyone deserves an existence that is comfortable...

at least one that is not described here.

and you do describe so vividly...i feel i am walking down this street..

and tears are welling.

[David Scott]

I saw an alley in the back streets of China. The visual of death and life mixed together like "shitting in mud". What is over the wall? I wonder, yet I think I know also...
A vivid accusation of this life.

[Coyote Song]

Ah yes, the bleak and ugly side of life. We cannot escape but there doesn't seem anyway to truly fix it with so much getting in the way of real and true efforts. Excellent poem here!

[An Ordinary Woman]

it suggests so much more than the words offer. Perfect.

[Tina Kline]

Bleak, empty, hopeless. Powerful images in this poem. It works very well. Sometimes life can just seem this way. Perhaps in those moments it is. Excellent poem.

[MOON]

Poignant write the deep dark end nothing much to show of life. Bleak end conveyed perfectly.