04-11-2023, 09:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2023, 09:38 PM by RiverNotch.)
The spirit of a time is the wind that survives
what it rightly perceives as a holocaust, ruthless
in its consumption of all other winds
to bring in the rainclouds for the next year.
Guilt will trouble it all its life
for crimes it did and did not do
but from which it knows that by simply surviving
it certainly gained, dying at fifty eight
of a botched surgery for a perforated ulcer
rather than being shot in the head
as an eighty-year-old degenerate artist,
although at that point it had already moved
to where it once fancied was furthest from
the inescapable backwardness of its island home.
what it rightly perceives as a holocaust, ruthless
in its consumption of all other winds
to bring in the rainclouds for the next year.
Guilt will trouble it all its life
for crimes it did and did not do
but from which it knows that by simply surviving
it certainly gained, dying at fifty eight
of a botched surgery for a perforated ulcer
rather than being shot in the head
as an eighty-year-old degenerate artist,
although at that point it had already moved
to where it once fancied was furthest from
the inescapable backwardness of its island home.