by Brenton Booth
on the final page
the cars dim the headlights
the Tasmanian devils scream
the oyster eats the pearl
on the final page
the speakers play Delius
the forward kicks the winning field goal
the past is left behind
on the final page
the sun shines
the mail box is empty
the ambition has been replaced
on the final page
the seagulls walk the plank
the radiator sings hallelujah
the sentence is like the finest jewel
on the final page
the fools flee the cities of the wise
the Nobel Prize goes to the best book
the Academy Awards cease
on the final page
the equipment is worn
the keyboard brilliant
the alien asks the human for advice
on the final page
the love is gone
the hate is gone
the fear is gone
on the final page
the machines are silent
the ammunition rots in storage
the economy is no longer important
on the final page
we all look the same
and what we saw before
is very childish to us now
the gods have been recognised
as a mistake
and the only way is forward:
away
from here.
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