A newsletter with this blaring headline
has been on my desk for weeks, maybe months.
I’m fascinated by its finality.
Noam Chomsky delivers the same message
over the radio in his calm voice of reason. Are we
reaching the end of all possibilities?
No longer chaos, but an end to chaos.
No longer love, but an end to love.
No longer poems, but an end to poems.
Everything is so shatteringly final.
No longer hope or doubt or resistance.
We must not cross that cruel line – not now,
not ever.
