Final Act

 

IT  had not desired to exist
IT  had not asked to be born
IT  was wrenched without choice
into a world of reasons and explanations
where the reasons and explanations
explained nothing

Beneath a guise of obedience
Silently and without comprehension
IT  longed for the act

Morning and evening
opened and closed above  IT
Time within  IT  sifted constantly
the dust of  IT’s dying
IT  learned to read a future
in the language of the past

Beneath a guise of conformity
Silently and without enthusiasm
IT  longed for the act

One day  IT  wrote
As self-consciousness increases
so does the need to verbalise an act
in order to make   IT  happen
and
silently  IT  laid down  IT’s pen