a poem by Sherwood James
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He left this here
Because it makes sense
To leave behind fat silence
while false steps masquerade
As though moving forward
Into wind, battering
The next idea with sand.
No one’s coming, no distress
Signal paves the way
For some big dramatic rescue.
He left this here
Because no one else is coming.
He left this here
Because he’s not a writer.
This won’t count in the end.
The sugar’s in the pudding.
Cows have come home.
Fools with dangling bells
Parade among the rafters
This has been left for you
We’re all wondering: your reaction.
Because words come from odd places,
Decisions get made without data,
While the boat continues floating,
Even without ballast for balance.
This has been left for you.
Because we’re all careening into fire
And none of this will matter tomorrow
When the world is flooded,
Then burned to signify a finish.
So, this has been left for you, because
Someday when nothing is left,
We might have to eat the slow people.
Okay to be ignored, but better
When all eyes are on you.
Look at the friends you’ve made.
Look at what’s offered to you.
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