Endgame - Poem by Ilko Alexandrov
High in the night skies the indigo is stars, shiny and new -
one for each planet, and a dark one for planet Earth and the water below
'One more time - lets relight first 1, then 3, then 2 and 4..
one last sequence, now, i'll kiss you and paint you any color you want,
just this time, go 1 now..” - you hear the captain
And the dark silhouette of your UFO-plane is slowly receding,
engines flamed out, a dying whale of a bird,
heading for the ocean concrete below
'Engine 1 please, full power, throttles, NO! '
Ten minutes of last tear, a kaleidoscope of absences is turning
And you hold on to few images and few words and few screams,
and here's us laughing together, and here is always somewhere else -
where planes are landing proudly with heads up in the clouds,
and you are still you but i'm so different - almost beyond recognition
in the smouldering ashes of your endgame.
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