This Is Not The End Poem by Dah Helmer

This is not the end
cut short
by lack of territory

This is not a dirty shadow in a sad heart
nor teary spit cold rain plants
in gloomy eyes

The monotonous meandering
of slow feet eventually
reaches an end

Rivers come to their end
mountains and lakes
reach their end

a hole comes to its end
as does an empty whisky bottle
a repulsive drunk smashes against a stone wall

but this my friends
this is not the end


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from my book 'If You Have One Moment'

Publisher 'Stillpoint Books'