To See the World Through Expiry Dates
Vesting at the heart of things— Expiry dates The bleak unavoidably avoided aspect, Of the days of our lives Lingering on Like a clamour in an oyster, After the pearl is long gone Even in these minutes of your life— I am your storyteller, your poet, The person of expiry dates– Who sees the world through them Months, years, decades of knowledge Rests within me, Hanging on, lest they be lost— Will you search for them? As I speak to you, Expired words drift through my mind– That’s another poem lost Floating away, Will I ever find it again?