Louis Gibbs

THE ENDING

 

How will we know when the end is nigh?

Will children no longer laugh?

Or birds forget how to sing?

 

Will the sun not bless the horizon one morn?

Or tides go out to not return?

What unimaginable thing might it be?

 

Will it be signaled by a terrible sound?...

Or but the terrible quiet of

Poets having nothing to say.