THE END OF EVERY ROUTE

hezman (35)in #poetry • 8 years ago

What need
Is it then?
Look, see for yourself.
The end of
Every route
Is the grave-tank
That we all
Shall one day
Sink into,
To mold into clay,
After dancing
In this ball
Of furnace.
What need
Is it then?
Look, see for yourself.
It's worthless.
Some go
At the break of dawn
Without a wave...