Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Poem from Greg Kaufman, "The Final Act"

"The Final Act"

Black robes gather.
Statements. Questions.
The opponent blathers.

We guess.

This is how it ends.
Not with a bang or a whimper.
With fists raised and joyous laughter.

The threat retreats from hallowed seas.
Plants escape a killing bee.

A calm ascends upon the isles.
Hope returns to a wise man's wry smile.

For those who stood and held nothing back.
Stand tall.

This will not be your final act.

Greg Kaufman

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