Even This Poem
Notty Bumbo, 2016
Everyone wants to know
The date of their own extinction.
But why spoil the surprise?
Still, here, today,
Some have begun to say the unsayable:
We will all be gone within the lifetime
Of a child born only yesterday.
Along with all the cows,
Horses, iguanas, whales.
Every breathing thing, they say.
That means you, and me,
And Aunt Sally, of course.
This seems so far off,
Yet still we plan to make a hit record,
Win the Nobel Prize,
Travel to Alpha Centauri for dinner.
How improbable is a final exit?
That the sun finds no eyes to behold it?
That sex never happens again?
Whither all the wisdom of ages,
To fall useless on the empty beach?
Even questions such as these
Cease to matter.
So too those who seek
To profit through ignorance
Will join the quiet exodus.
Turn the other way, close your eyes,
And you still won't miss what comes.
Even this poem...
Even this poem.