Last Call

Invited

Via isolation's

Stunning silence

To 

Recall or name

The

Estranged image

Viewed through 

Eyes

Staring back

Through

Limpid pools

Formed in 

The tempest

Of grief's Out-pouring

Was it then

Life, 

Run  completely

And blindly 

Amok?

A 

Protracted failure!

Or 

A perfectly

Executed

Enter 

The Dark Night

Through

Which to issue

Frankly

And without reservation

An

Earnest plea

Of surrender

From knees

Ground

Into the ashes?

Nothing

Remains of

Dress-rehearsals

Angelic robes

Disgarded

To reveal 

Reaper's sickle

The 

Final bluff's

Been issued

And 

Truth

Delivers

The call

To

Reckoning

No

Hero's tale

Can be

Uttered

Through

A 

  Contorted maw

Disfigured

By a

Never-ending

Deception

Look

Once more

Through

Swollen

Tear-stained

Eyes 

Hold still

The voices

Of impersonation

And 

With the last

Utterances

Of breath...

Granted by

The Divine..

Speak

With the 

Voice

Bestowed upon

You..

Before 

It is 

Swallowed

By

and for

Eternity....

R. O'Neill (February 21, 2021)