Last Poem (April 1986)

The Last Poem

The Last Poem is spoken
the Last poet fallen
and the beat of his heart like his rhyme
is destroyed

The music has fled for
the Last Verse is dead
and the Wild Gods of Mammon
now reign overjoyed

So come to me quickly
and I will enfold thee
Whilst all around rages
the now shapeless storm

Let it rage in its millions
whilst emptiness fills them
but I and my loved one
will wait the New Dawn