A sombre poem this post. It came from the first line that popped into my head one morning unannounced.
Epitaph
we will behind leave no swords
blades rusted into scabbards
no carefully considered grave goods
to make our afterlives bearable
our ending will be obvious
before they sink the first exploratory trench
a whole geological strata of near indestructible waste
of things we once thought we needed
It is very much a tell not show poem. I think at times that this is the only way to get the message over, bluntly.
Palooka 5, those giants of psych-surf have a new mini-album out. I shall be reviewing it next week, but for now here's a taste
Until next time.
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