Is It Near?

The end of the world

*

Miroslav Holub

The bird had come to the very end of its song

and the tree was dissolving under its claws.

And in the sky the clouds were twisting

and darkness flowed through all the cracks

into the sinking vessel of the landscape.

Only in the telegraph wires

a message still

crackled:

C-.-o---m--e. h...o---m--e.

y-.--o---u..- h...a.-v...-e.

a.-s...o---n-.

 

-From

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