Friday, 7 May 2010

Going, Going, Gordon

In The End
By Mark Cantrell

Flesh rots
Bone crumbles
Soul shrivels
Time itself turns to dust
This is the fate of all things
Even this Cosmos vast
But one thing is truly Eternal
Our foolish faith in Hope.

(Or should that be stupidity?)

But Gordon, dear, dear Gordon,
He clings on to the very bitterest end...


Mark Cantrell,
Manchester,

7 May 2010


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Category: POETRY

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