poet's comment: Thank goddess this isn't published anywhere else...
"The End"
by Tim Kavi
Thinking
I was
born yesterday
she played
me like
a violin
while Rome
burned
and all
our dreams
of paradise
faded into
blackness
oblivion
and history
there
was nothing
left
except to
watch it burn
and roast
hot dogs
in the smoke
Nero said:
beware
the relationships
you relish.
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