Das Ende

by Dennis Leroy Kangalee

For Bob Kaufman

You fought, you tried, you failed, you died.
Then, you were born when you saw the sun and it’s fading light
and sat all through a storm that never came—
instead you were left alone, with your dignity and determination
to live to the end of a promise which you did not make
and therefore could not break.
It was written that in dreams begin responsibilities—
but the hard part is taking the dream into the afternoon sun . . .
and watching it fade with the sinister cover of a five o’clock shadow . . .
and a set of lips un-kissed.
Like the revolution you could not muster yourself to begin . . .

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