i open my eyes and i am staring up at an endless, grey sky. grass is tickling my cheeks, and i can smell rain when the wind gusts by.
i sit up and i am on the bank of a river, looking out across endless, cold, black water. it’s flowing gently eastwards.
there is a makeshift dock on the shore. an old, wooden canoe bumps against it. thump thump thump. in time with the rhythm of my heartbeat.
i sit on the bank for what seems like an eternity. then i rise and walk towards the small, wooden dirigible.
you are already waiting for me there, in the boat; wrapped up in linen. keeping your body warm. i make sure you are secured. then i get in beside you and set us adrift.
we are headed for the other side. the last man on earth will see what we have just seen.
now the star-studded cast
has not-so-quietly passed
into the blackest night
they put up a good fight
the protagonist and his foil
have shed this mortal coil
it was a good show
the death was nice and slow
our wings were our fingers
and our fingers were our wings
we flew through the airwaves
how we loved to sing
now the audience applauds
all these thespian frauds
willingly taken in
by their artistic sin
the house lights come on
to the threnodian theme song
the credits roll
we exit out into the cold
our wings were our fingers
and our fingers were our wings
we flew through the airwaves
how we loved to sing
suspend your disbelief
feel some fake grief
shed some fake tears;
feel some fake fears…
had we met in another life 