“

”.

This was an awesome verse,
enough to drive you mad.
Perhaps we might have known
exactly what it said
if white had not been used
as color of the ink.
It only shows itself

The scene is thus:
An old man is dying.
No last-ditch, panic-stricken
conversion to a belief in an afterlife.
Just the conviction that this is all there is.
This is it. This is all.

It’s true: I’m being
completely ignored.
Can’t even manage
to get people bored.

Day in and day out,
I pour out my stuff.
Obliv’ion, it seems,
has never enough.

Whatever I give,

Those mouth-only smiles.
Those phony “I’m fines”.
Those “Could be worses”.
All part of
the pain he nurses.

What for?

Maybe tragedy
is better than
insignificance.