Terminal Man

Man in trouble, terminal...
Swallow the concrete pill, settle in.
A dark gift: death wrapped in a life
That embrace of limitations, very little longer.

Swallow the concrete pill, settle in.
Across the burning bridge of compromise
That embrace of limitations, very little longer.
Old Gods' giggling, closer to the ends of things.

Across the burning bridge of compromise,
Still longing beauty with a sad fragile strength.
Old Gods' giggling, closer to the ends of things
Placing last bets with a certain careless fear.

Between the observer and the observed
Life wrapped in a death: a dark gift.
A shadow separating desire from satisfaction
Man in trouble, terminal...

poem by Tom Hennemann
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