my villanelle, 'I want to be the end of everything,' won the kirkwood award in formal poetry. I get some money and am going to be reading it on campus today, in about half an hour.
I want to be the end of everything
by cj krueger
I want to be the end of everything,
the one who shakes the murder from his bones,
and after me no-one should dare to sing.
I never want my body bound with string,
or in a coffin while my family moans.
I want to be the end of everything.
if even all my talents, gifts I bring
won’t save my life from all those great unknowns,
then after me, no-one should dare to sing.
and how unfair, that bells don’t stop to ring,
that people talk, or shit, or wear cologne.
I want to be the end of everything.
so I should be my species’ final fling
with happiness, then all can turn to stone.
I want to be the end of everything.
if I can’t live forever as a King,
then no-one else should either sit that throne.
I want to be the end of everything,
and after me no-one should dare to sing.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
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