“CODA” 16 Aug 2000

even the smallest thing
seems of import
the way your fingers
make real a thought

what does it mean
to be alive
does the victory lie
in having survived?

there’s no grand meaning
no design or masterplan
we make the best of a bad thing
being only a man

a world offcentre;
a belief that two of us
can take on the world
defeat impossible odds

time to retire,
to lay down, and die,
a final bow, a
thank you, and goodnight.

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