Expect Only This
We read of so and so and her sad ending,
wince perhaps, as if time had just run out.
of its burning house.
Sadness is an acknowledgement.
that we knew all along
that the world would swallow
every face we ever looked upon.
Most eulogies
are a murmuration of dying words,
half-truths told to the rushing crowd.
and the headlong years.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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