My whole life comes together here and now
with others, most of whom I’ve never met.
It had to be, and only One knows how,
unfolding as the sun begins to set.
The dusk patrol, arriving on the scene,
line up between the ruins and the wood.
They keep their distance from the wrecked machine.
A human underneath does me some good!
The shadows falling long across their shells
make them appear extensions of the trees.
The pile of blocks grabs all the light and swells.
The opposition joins me on their knees.
The fading sun has spread across the west,
two mating beacons beckon north and south,
and now a fourth red glowing joins the rest.
It seems to come from right below my mouth.
All of my insiders are pouring out,
escorted by a cloud of bluish smoke.
Soon I shall know what life is all about
when One tells me the…
©2010 Louis A. Merrimac
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