Daily Archives: January 14, 2016

For The Boomers

After binging all our lives
upon celebrity,
we came to a day
when it began to retreat
beyond our reach.

Idols and
villains, icons and underbelly alike
fell from pedestals
into the murk of death
and sank away from view;

in response
we slandered the natural order
and claimed that all deaths
of those we claimed as our beacons
happened too soon, 

and like beachcombers
we swept the sand
where they’d just been walking
for tokens, shells they’d left behind
before falling.  

Now and then we’d find one
with a sharp edge, cut ourselves, 
bleed a bit.  We’d say, we never knew
this — how dare they fail us, or how dare we
be failed by them. Some of us promptly
tossed the shells far into the surf,
out to where the celebrities
had disappeared, and promptly forgot
the wounds
and how they came by them.

Some of us began
to wonder and rage
about pedestals;

some of us breathed easier, 
knowing we weren’t long for this
blood-taking world, offering thanks
for that relief from having 
to smash them,
to see them smashed.

We made them, we said;
that was our work. That 
was our deal with Death:

we’d make a place for immortals
in our lives, and Death would let us forget
about our own mortality
for a while, for a blazing,
unexamined while —

and now our work is done,
even if we are not quite ready for
the killing tide
that’s coming to make that true.

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