Sudden Endings

Sudden Endings

The flattest is not pancake thin.

That is nothing.

It is when the whole sky is anvil

And living under it renders onion-cell small

Your thickness, your strength

Or your head held tall.

Indeed, the stars twinkle out

The snuff movie that is

Each effortfull breath.

"I hurt", I notice. "I hurt", 

And my flapping landfish heart 

As pathetic, as lost, as

One sea in space.

But I am not dust, or molecule yet.

The anvil falls again on coyote.

Maybe with unerring ability

I will rubber balloon sound suck

My squashed dear spirit

Back into place.