Impermanence
A dead man’s photo peers over my bed
The silent witness who lives in my blood.
Absence is the soul’s starvation diet.
I have been hungry since before I was born.
Plan for madness to heal you.
Plan for sadness to fly.
Plan for hope estranging your happiness.
It surely will.
The finite hours and days,
The years,
Dissolve with relentless measure
And apathy.
This will grieve your heart but release it.
You must not pull back: too late too late to stop.
You carelessly left your spirit alone,
Now seconds plunder its secrets
And take all.
Life perpetuates a feeble trick
on the frail mind:
A creation of memes
Moved by predestination
To obscurity.
The clock lightly ticks and then cocks its gun.
Aims between your eyes.
Are you ready?
-Kathryn Harper
I used James Galvin's Post-Modernism as the scaffold. I attempted to emulate the pace, syllables, and sentence structure. It was a tough exercise and I enjoyed it.