At The End
by tim martin
for sobbing bobby
it will be so much easier to meet
we won’t need tinder.
you won’t sit down next to someone
and make seesaw eyes toward their face and
back to the ground
on a train or an arkansas bayou
wishing you could at least learn their name.
at the end of the world
you will see someone
and thank the great god bird as you
embrace the pulse of this endangered life
sobbing bobby into one another’s hair
as the force of gravity finally tears
this empire down.