“THESE LAST DAYS”

ACHE
like a frozen brick of ice.
Growth rings crazed and split;
Bark crackling in the dark wind
like insect wings
under the weight
of 29 years worth
of sagging leaves;
A tree without a trunk,
buried in itself—
like last year’s party.
The 6’5” glacier,
melts
on a sidewalk in the rain.
And all the critters nearby,
slurp like mad—
AFRAID there will never be
another salt lick like this
EVER AGAIN.
These last days
scamper away;
Tails sprung and springing;
Pissed into streams;
Carried out to sea;
Swallowed by fish—
to be put on ice AGAIN.
These last days
of mine
will return to haunt.
This, I am certain.
The only conciliation
I get
is the knowing
that
I will not be here
to trudge the days
that come
after these last days
are spent.

narrative poem written on 11-10-2010 by: on mattkane.com
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