EXTINCTION

Warning, first you lose

The teat, then Dad

May skedaddle, disappear

Like snot into a rag,

The delicate mastodon,

Or cash, not so petty

Once it’s gone. Gone,

What was once embodied;

Mensch. Rock. Guide. Kingpin.

He stands prostrate,

Christ-less, memory flogged;

The spit-built homes,

One failing each decade,

The friend in prison,

Five years for manslaughter

Of desire.

He who eschews matrimony,

The futile urge to procreate

Harbours a friend

That killed a dude

For fucking his wife.