Aftermath
Aftermath
Aftermath, after numbers, there is nothing
A solid empty hole opens on the distance
Spirals by the periphery of things that once existed
Identity of void is listed missing
Suspended there with reason
Drifting to a close
Nothing is destroyed
Things simply go out of being
Counting on one finger
After math, after recess, after English
Comes the final bell
And time will tell
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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