The world's last night
What if this present were the world’s last night
and we watch as one by one all of our petty
flee far from sight like
the night we lowered your body into the ground.
made a sound, except the dull fuzz of the leaves
like television screens, trees
leaving auburn wakes, and how all of the aches continued
to ache. Tongues still tie, mayflies still die, the swing
still swings, swung in nature’s mundane
and how every living thing somehow continues to breathe.
what if this present were the world’s last night
in this living world has ever taught me how to grieve.