The Finished Line - Oxbow

Your life as it finishes

Rung around with wasteful expense

And useless

Conceits

Finds you this day of

Reckoning

Having won nothing at all

And the echo of love and its lost echoing off down the hall

You bend to pray or to bend and say

Something, to The Duke and the killers

Now that this loss has lost you and vouchsafed his gain

Out amidst

The shuffle of a dark, sleek new day

But you are in possession of a deadened, silencing anger

And watch the procession as/ it moves away

From what

Will be

Remembered of you

Which without the curse of the gift that’s been given leaves you speechless

And beyond reach

Pointless senseless and now: endless

A spread of ash in the air of mock concern and mock care (3x)

Just like you were never there

Pointless senseless and now: endless