Consider it defunct,
Like a shuttered window,
Like a witless drunk.
Consider it done and said,
Like a water-logged book,
Like the service for the dead.
Consider it forgotten
Like packets of love letters,
In satchels that are rotten.
Consider it old news,
Like old somethings for a wedding,
Something blue, that you would choose.
Consider it's really over
Like a badly mangled body
Finally covered by green clover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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