Soon no poems of true or false <br />rumour, beauty or daft rages <br />Before the silence and the dark <br />just spittle on blank pages <br /> <br />Soon no walks by beach or bush <br />farewell to humane dignity <br />Before the silence and the dark <br />incontinence and blasphemy <br /> <br />Soon no fervent vision clear <br />Forsaken by youth’s potency <br />Before the silence and the dark <br />wasted work on lost ascendency <br /> <br />Soon no dialogue, no words <br />No happy shared transparencies <br />before the silence and the dark <br />short bemused soliloquies<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swan-song-7/
