last words

when the world stops listening
when people cease to see
the lines of living
in their tidal flow
when eyes are no longer
drawn to gaze at the sky
in awe of the bright decay
of long-dead stars
when fingers no longer trace
a slow-dawning line of verse
when words are dust
and poet’s tongues fail
to illumine the lost
is when
the dark has won

© Sarah Whiteley

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