Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Unsure, unfinished

We saw it coming

But perhaps believed too well our own paltry assurances
that procrastination would work just as it had
so many times before
we swore
that time was still left
the door of opportunity only half swung shut,
not fully cleft to the jamb of beyond

So overcome and yet, shrill, insist that this
is still a warning, push back dawning realisation
truth past blatant yawning maw,
evidence, mourning, pour forth, refute, a flood

Perhaps we still can be saved

And the deniers and liars hold court,
take place of the pious, the criers, who call to their Lord
all cry 'we tried'

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