"This Was Uncalled For"

for Dave Eggers

Life is worthless�without point.
To whom I give myself away,
Let forgiveness pay,
And the young one anoint.

Why, oh why, am I left to contest
With my sorrow deep within?
My memories of ill-gotten sin
Have taken up my mind as a nest.

I don�t care, I don�t care, I don�t mind anymore,
Of the musings of friends and neighbors,
Or the fruits of my labors.
I just want to take this plunge, yet soar.

I welcome the end�repeat�
I welcome the end: of eternity and of time,
While atheists wait for the angel bell�s chime,
And forgiveness has fallen to my feet.

My head aches and swoons.
My stomach gurgles and churns.
My loins thrust and burn.
Thoughts of satellites, Jupiter�s moons.

Revolve does the world, as does the sun!
So slightly it turns and shines so polite,
While men down on earth continue to fight.
But I look around and ask: Who has won?

And so (I�d forgotten myself for a spell),
Age reaps our bodies, and kinship fades
To the new silhouette of the blood dripping blades.
Inside myself�of my own doing�I fell.

I am tired. I am true of heart!
The Staggering Genius has told me
For a small ($14.00) humble fee.
And now my soul and the earth may finally part.