Goners - Laura Gibson

Here comes the end, of the future

If we’re already goners

Why wait any longer

For something to crack open?

Here comes the end, I brought no offering

I lied to my confessor

I fear small children

I fear curious elders

I meant to sing the truth

But the truth didn’t rhyme

You unknowable, a sly moon smile

Call me holy

Throw another poem into the fire

Here comes the end, no white ship, no sunset

I could fake wise, make brave eyes

But I know nothing

I was never trying to be saved or, do the saving

Only meant to sing the truth

When that truth didn’t rhyme

I’ll take what I deserve

I’ll bide my time

Call me holy

Throw another poem into the fire

I meant to sing the truth

But the truth didn’t rhyme

You unknowable, a sly moon smile

Call me holy

Throw another poem into the fire

The Fire, The fire