On Endings

Don't fear the ending; enjoy the happening.

Grey envelops a necessarily beautiful sky

Storms approach on the sounding winds

Forecast’d, expected - foolishly you forget

funeral pyres lighthouses braais hearths

doused in deluge so severe and dark

Statues

  monuments bearing false testimony to fate and eternity

  promising empty forevers

Houses filled with heart and hearth

  making homes of brick and glass

Lovers with black coats black hair black boots

  salacious smirks, kind regards, big calves, tight arse

Pets who’ve loved and been loved

  the only testament to unconditionality in a conditioned world

  order and rules stifling life

Treasures from distant lands exotic places

  starving bodies cowering beneath indigenous temples

  as strangers smile and declare themselves world citizens

clocks watches and hens and c***s

time and food and sex doing what they do best

coming to an end

dragged away by grey waters

all must end

and, in ending, show us the greatest lesson of all

that while grey clouds gather and whispering winds whip about

and we have lungs to shout mouths to kiss legs to run

and hearts to love and livers to drink

we are not yet at an ending

Embrace the downpour, the deluge

with wide arms and victorious scream

bottle of Jameson whiskey in hand

content to let the sands of time be