BYYYE Poem by K. Michel

as long as I've not been there
I don't feel called upon
to say anything substantive
about the hereafter
that's one two is the fact
that everything in space has a reverse
side in time everything has a thereafter
the door closes turns wall
turns house turns garden road after the full stop
the white of the next sentence begins
thinking is just not possible
other than thus - in pairs of concepts -
we know no real ends it is
the fault of the seasons being always
strange otherwise completely the same
(thought the first ex-apes) a languid
regularity that awakens expectations
that was three and fourthly
I want to send my regards to Eddy and Gerard
Wout and Auntie Riet
finally I'm bound to say
that the whole concept
reminds me most of a traffic sign
(at a junction near Han-sur-Lesse)
with two big bossy arrows
below the one pointing left
it says toutes directions
under the one pointing right
autres directions