The End

Promising myself  I would not do this again

Is what kept me going

A friend told me to

And I listened

Taking a thing to the end of its life

Is what I was made to do

I think I am not attuned

To the things that breathe

Well that’s not true

I am in tune to breath and life

And little falls of  flowers

When the moon was high

I went out to the stream

And brought in the water

For my folks, my kin, my brethren

I brought in the greenish milk

To feed the ones who were already dying

Oh did they go

Oh I do not know