3/29/19 Poem by Don Fox

When did the end begin?
Already.
Like a supernova
at the heart of the universe
on its way to decimate this planet
since before nothing was even here
to die.
If heaven and hell exist,
eventually they won't
as if they never did.
And we wonder
how to live accordingly.
But we already do.
The body is born,
it hungers,
it bores,
it ages,
it tires,
and destabilizes-
alive to squirm
as the nurse
encroaches
with the needle,
denying
defeat
with eyes forced open
as blood vanishes
in vein.
Like everything.
The truth is,
the truth
is more senseless
than delusion.