Day’s End

Whale hunt
Day’s End

On the last of days, I lit a Camel.
Nothing pleases like a final smoke.


The children of technology
embark upon a diatribe
of why they cannot end.


The keepers of the faith
know how it is written.
It has to be this way.


So they ignore the ocean’s last wail,
the embers of a fire dying,
the stillness of the wind.


“This matters!”
they scream.
“We are important!”
they rale.
But the smoke is good
and I am finished…


SS Matthews
Wilmington Blues April 2000 vol. 1 Num. 3

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