Dogs 2007

NOOSE OF A NIGHT'S SKY
(5/22/07)


no longer
a notion
worth fighting
I make
the final preparations
for the
end

it seems
a pathetic
pantomime
making
the large loop
doubling back
to begin wrapping around
up to the
cinch

I taught myself
as a child
learning just the length
to produce
those thirteen
illegal turns
of adolescent
lore

although
decades have passed
since my last
attempt
I could do this
with closed
eyes
and if
I had only thought
to tie the end
in the rafters
to start
they would
never
need open
again

death
knotted
and fastened
to a garage
gallows
I step down
from the ladder
and walk outside
to take a last
theatrical gaze
at the starry
night

I think
of the distances
and emptiness
of the cosmos
stretching beyond
all
that is known
sparsely punctuated
with points
of light
and smudged
sporadically
with a ghostly
glowing haze

in between
only a gaping
expanse of
nothing

there is
a certain
and lonely extinction
wherever I look
above
so I reach
toward the sky
to pull down
the irreversible
rope
of time
to tighten
around my neck
and choke the life
from the walking
corpse
of me

no one
will suspect
my demise