Non Hip Iceberg


the very last sight

the very last scent

the very last words

your mouth will form

the very last sound

that went in your ear

the last bit of flesh

that is not yours 

all warm with light pressure

now floating in space

a cool northwest wind

it's the end of the day

all calm with quiet confidence

the dawns about to break

a walk in the park

somewhat military 

the air is thick

as thick as milk

i watched as this guy

he ate tall grapes

without his fingers

all falled out and caesared

my brothers have left

but that's ok 

a scene that wasn't

supposed to be seen

of crying cutting onions

with candles lit

and so it is said to go

for the man who strolls

to the tippity-top

of the non-hip iceberg