The Final Sentence
The final sentence that I wrote –
Ragged words I could not speak –
And so the sentence for me spoke
The letters written on the sheet –
The words I wrote but could not speak
Read my sentence back to me
Like shards of glass in bas relief
Spoken there for me to hear –
It read my sentence word for word
I dared not breathe – I could not speak –
‘Twas worse than I had ever heard
The words I’d written on the sheet
And though I wrote what now I heard
– The sentence and the words it spoke –
I could not take it at its word –
I took the sentence that I wrote
And dashed it on the rocks! The words,
The letters, fell – the sentence broke
And as it broke my spirit stirred
And something pure – in me – awoke –
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2025
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