I’ve quit waiting
on the great siren
to blow us an end.
I look back on wasted time.
Humanity stands up
like the guy out back
who looks toward the sky
and lets a song escape him,
out of the restaurant window.

2 minutes later, he’s back
on knees, hands, face,
back on the old black earth.

Ah, the stars,
the red necklace on the street of the bars.
Bringing magic,
a woman comes up from the bridge.

Death be fucked!
Let the end go quick where it goes.
When I see you there,
2 more of us will know.