Climbing his bike, he is aware of tiredness <br /> <br />But the table is laid and he must hurry to feast <br /> <br />Lighter now by 5 kilos but still, he wants lower <br /> <br />Pedaling faster, the wind sings in his ears <br /> <br />Closer and closer the rolling sound comes swooshing <br /> <br />There's a pop and all becomes still in his head. <br /> <br /> <br />Look a bird drops from the sky, falling in smithereens <br /> <br />The tree before him looks scraggly, oddly shaped <br /> <br />Its skeleton fingers reaches out begging for mercy <br /> <br />Slowly it crumples as one liquid, spilling guts <br /> <br />Into pavement, a dull grey matching the sky <br /> <br />A dull light flashes in his brain, warning danger. <br /> <br /> <br />His grip on the bicycle relaxes, realizing the steel <br /> <br />Has molten into soft rubber, a salty taste in his mouth <br /> <br />Makes him know warm blood has flowed to his jaws - <br /> <br />He has fallen down from bike to pavement instantly <br /> <br />Where are his feet, his hands, what has become of face? <br /> <br />Madly, maddeningly, all seems molten into nothingness. <br /> <br /> <br />Just this morning he said hi, the room responded as one <br /> <br />Today and forever, he has planned on living the same <br /> <br />But yet, there's a quiver in the air and among leaves <br /> <br />One by one, they seem to detach, and quickly swept away <br /> <br />Should this morning be the end of days, how will it be? <br /> <br />Should this morning extend to oblivion, when is eternity?<br /><br />Doris Cornago<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-is-eternity/
