HOW MY LIFE WILL END
Vanessa CarduiI believe I know how my life will end.
It could end on a heavy chain,
On a blank horizon blotted out by darkness,
A crushing black to consummate this pain.
To plunge at last beneath the inky surety
On which my daylit life has ever sailed,
To freeze the beating blood that makes me dirty,
To succeed at last where all my trials have failed,
It is an end to do a lifetime proud!
A double bar, devoutly to be wished!
But, when one fails to properly exist,
Such honour cannot, must not be allowed.
So I remain.
I suspect I know how my life will end.
It could end with a distant wail,
On a roll of drums and fanfare of steam trumpets,
And a life pulled skyward on an iron rail.
Was that the wind, or did I hear my mother?
Never mind, it’s too late now
