Dogs 2014

DOWN RIVER
(3/20/14)


we float
in a boat
called Death
toward the falls
of Oblivion

along
the way
we make port
at random destinations
occasionally
disembarking

occasionally
believing
that we have
escaped
life's flow
toward inevitable
destruction

but before
we know
we are drifting again
downstream
in the current
of Age
and Decrepitude

our smooth
course
roughens
but we have
become acclimated
to the worsening
conditions

as we
move faster
toward our roaring end
we grow apathetic
to our surroundings
no longer
caring to see
what options
may exist
on either bank

we look
only ahead
for the rapids
announcing
our Descent

we know
that we shall
surely crash
and capsize
but also realize
that our wreckage
will eventually
reach the ocean

where
the flotsam
of our souls
will scatter
in Time