This is the end
just barely begun
This is where we come
to surrender
Full of shame
Full of sorrow
to face the glint
in the enemy's eye
to acquiesce
to his pitiless terms
This is the end
This is the end
where the flags of hope
are folded and buried
Here is where we come
to fail
and eat the enemy's
pompous communion
to drink the wine
of wasted blood
Our hearts have been
the fountain
Our bones make up the bread
Here is the end
that would never come
as final now
as the Biblical flood
The end of life
the end of love
This is the end
of every work
of every word
of every kiss
where love's embrace
is swallowed
in the maw of hatred's
last hurrah
And laughter peels
like bells
ding-dong
and summons the beak
of the bitter crow |
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