It’s now or never
for the swans in the sun,
for the hogs on the run,
for the white man singing
of his triumphant tragedy
spiraling the shower drain,
through the drywall,
out the window
to empty meadows, waiting.
The blue sky beckons to all
and we dance our dancing bodies
’round the flashbulbs of the world.
Certain, now, it is now or never
for the open lily,
for the sunrise after
all we fear is over.
We are, at last, now-
never again, complete,
irrevocable. We
who once were, are
for now, forever

written on 05/20/2012 by: Matt Kane