Here is here is here is – Endgame Creative Response
By Charles Davis
Here is here is here is here is here is there is here is is here
Where is where is where is where is where is where is
You are are you
You are fire made flesh, >
you are ashen sibyls,
you are bold explorers,
fearlessly charting the four corners of the room!
Dust motes waltz on your faces!
Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie!
You gregarious mutes,
your voices dry husks of whispers,
Moan! Gnash your teeth!
Rattle the flies in your dead lungs!
Your words are my words are a great granite lie,
a sickness unto death!
Hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry
I think I think I think
There is light
Or at least a slight breeze!
Or at least a slight breeze.