Done
We’re all done.
Cork jammed down the barrel of a pop gun.
Done
Tumbling down the steps into the great beyond.
Done –
the pace too hasty, now this race is run.
All done.
Kill the lights and draw in the curtains.

Done, utterly done.
Just in time delivery to oblivion
Done
Still a monkey in the middle,
but everyone else has gone.
Done
the search party has been called off.
Done
Twist the spit because this is –

The end of the road.
Tour’s final show.
We gave up the ghost and were
picked to the bones.

Through the telescope,
a star explodes.
It’s dazzling at this distance,
but was obliterated
aeons ago.

Done
We’re done.
Just ain’t no longer fooling anyone.
Done
Conclusively resolved the question.
Done
Alighting at the terminal station
Done
Pull the plug because this is

The kiss goodbye.
Armagideon Time.
Stopped on a dime
the last drop of wine.

Everyone knows
for whom the bell tolls.
We’ve been shown the door
which opens before –

the telescope.
Watch the star explode.
It’s brilliant at this distance,
but was obliterated
aeons ago.

Done, we’re all done.
Done, we’re all done.
Done, we’re all done.
Done.

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