Written by George Gad Economou
from the oceanic depths surfaced
a corpse rotten and disfigured;
the waves brought it to a distant shore, where
two children found it instead of seashells.
it opened their eyes, made them gallop
back home tearful and wailing.
the corpse—its decaying mind plagued
by just one thought—strolled into
town, seeking for the one that tossed
him to the sharks.
too many years had elapsed since the demise
of the man that once lived in the fish-devoured half-body.
the peaceful residents grabbed their guns, chased
the victim of a toxic love away
from their limpid homes and into the woods.
within the tenebrific mist and moist air, the corpse
remained eternally—unable to die again.
no absolution without closure.
wild animals munched on the remaining smidgens of body
but the shadow of who he once was lingered on.
it observed the scenery change—a nuclear factory erected
where tall pine trees dominated for centuries.
a simple accident turned the area into a desiccated wasteland.
in spite of it all, the shadow stayed, cursed to search for
absolution, compelled to find the one that forced him into
this half-existence. the essence of one that once
loved and was betrayed meandered the world, condemned
in a pathetic, worthless half-existence.
it saw the demise of the human race, it
witnessed the last black hole dwindle into nothingness.
it continued to exist, even without the universe—a lonesome particle
of nothing. in nothingness, in absolute darkness,
it pondered its lost love, the scarce moments
the heart it once possessed skipped a beat.
let there be light! it saw the beginning—the phantasmagoria
of fireworks that engendered a series of planet-propagating
explosions—and the end all over again. a circle of eons, the shadow
tarried, perusing the start and the end, the monotony
of existence. for a fragment of
a millisecond, the man it once was lived
again—holding the one that conquered his heart
in his arms. a bright infinitesimal instance
that filled with warmth the man turned corpse turned shadow
turned particle as it
observed eons pass by before his blind eyes.
Text © George Gad Economou
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