Ultima. A Poem by Dane Cobain.

 
Sometimes we all need a swift, sharp kick
to knock us from our pedestals –
I must admit that I am not the man
I once was a thief and now I am a murderer,
I quit smoking weed &
I quit smoking cigarettes &
I quit drinking beer &
I quit drinking caffeine &
I quit eating bread &
I quit eating cheese &
none of it made a blind bit of difference,
so now I’m eating and drinking what I like &
if I never smoke again then my lungs will thank me
even as my heart explodes.
 
Your life is your life &
my life is my life &
when the bastards try to tell you otherwise,
don’t let them get you down,
we’re all in this big, long find together &
casualties define a war, even if the
war is always pointless,
death is always around us on the roads &
in the graveyards we used to drink in &
at the front of our minds when we think about the future.
 
How can you bring a child in to this world
when the sun will swallow us all &
the expanding cosmos, unconscious, won’t stop to blink &
amitriptyline citalopram lithium &
valium take the edge off but do nothing
to alter the grim inevitability that surrounds us all?
 
That’s why I envy the men and women,
the sheep and the shepherds who watch TV &
who never even write their names &
who never see the wolf behind my eyelids.
 
Ladies & gentlemen,
silence please;
when the atmosphere collapses
we are released from the clasp of gravity
all oxygen violently sucked from our lungs
as the seas boil & return to barren nothingness,
as our master race breathes one last sigh and expires,
I will remember you like this,
a calm, silent breeze on a cool spring day.
 
 

Author Bio:
 
Dane Cobain (High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, UK) is an independent poet, musician and storyteller with a passion for language and learning. When he’s not in front of a screen writing stories and poetry, he can be found working on his book review blog or developing his website, www.danecobain.com

 
 
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