Be Warm For The End Is Come

But sir, you look down-souled,
be warm, for the end is come.
The joke is ended.
Matters are set closed.
Ignore them.
The past is darkened away.

Be warm, for the end is come.
The end of the rail-track day.
Clock-hands turn, wheels roll and run.
Candles shiver and blink.
Ignore them.
The past is darkened away.

Our actors lay down their props,
their solemn song almost done.
These glitter words fall, leaking hope.
But candles shiver like the sun, they sound hope.
Their star-light love screams
"Be warm! For the end is come."

But sir, you look down-souled!
Be warm, for the end is come!
The path was always set.
The joy was always planted.
The day was always there.
The dawn was always done.
Be warm.
Be warm.
Be warm!
For the end is come.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.