TA!

TA!

was Ta!
but now
it’s
Tirrah!

as we now find ourselves
in that man Possum’s
shattered porcelain
Thomas Stearns Eliot
game of
chess, what
the thunder said
Da! Damyatta!
end of
the world as we know it
wasteland territory

and so
like that eternal footman
who could never
be Hamlet
hollow to the core
as I ride
that river through
all its colonies
to its poisonous
source

I bid my adieu
all I can do
my words lost on you

and yes, Ta!
for the love you thought
you gave me