PGG

Amusons nous sur la terre et sur l’onde
Malheureux qui se fait un nom
Richesses, horreurs, faux eclats de ce monde
Tout n’est que bulles de savon.
– Jean Daullé

I swam on these alien banks and marveled
For all my life
At the miracles of matter and man.

I was adrift in a sea of whispered bonds:
Particles of water colluding into bubbles–
Civilizations jamming to the beat of the rockets–
A woman in languor, man closing a door.

I love how the ice sheet on a mountain lake
Conceals hidden life
Waiting for spring to bloom.
The facade of the peak
Always stays congealed.

Now I am up there for one final look around.
What once was my future
Is now a frozen face.

This icy skin is eroding–
Chunks falling into my half open mouth.
I am a sarcophagus
Attempting to say these last words through old teeth–

Teeth worn by a life
Swallowing sand
Just to learn to tell the difference
Between one grain of sand
And another;
Between the slow dance of atoms
And lovers.

Now it’s time for this corpse to soar–
Take a look at this flambeau
One final bubble of soap–
Floating towards the sky–
Weightless –I never meant to be heavy on you–
It suddenly pops.

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