The Farce Of A Story Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Farce of a Story

this life is finally claimed.
this song fading into the nights.
these minutes, rubbing into the seconds,
these memories are trying to sleep.

the clay side of a living house is toppling.
the terminals of the trains are approaching,

as god shuts his eyes,
as the hills are fading into the night,
nights into the racings of the bones.

everything becomesthe memory of the past.
every meteors colliding back into the sun.

the pursuing manacles are chasing the hands,
the tentacles irresolute.
whatever it had been,

however it was presented, it was just a farce of a story.
the Bible of aman,
it was the beginning, it was the end.