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The End Time Before the End Time

Whatever an elegy’s opposite might be,

the river outlasted the city

before this one,

old enough to know what should arrive

downstream and what should sink.

In anything’s undoing,

we might imagine some notion of ourselves

but to what end does our mind direct us?

The throat manages its urges

for abandonment

with a mix of care and attention.

Like departing and arriving each morning

without much thought, luckily our bodies make

most decisions for us.