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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

Last Call

So take your pictures and go
Don't say a word, it might be an invitation
It doesn't matter, I know
My eyes would follow you, black with hesitation

Is this the last call
You ground your heel and walked away
It's the last call
Why did one of us have to take the fall
I can't expect I'll see you again
And why would I ever...

So go back to the animals you call friends

I know you used to scream and shout
In rhythm moments, quiet spaces of gentle violence
It's a sound I learned to live without
I never thought the sound of goodbye would be silence

Is this the last call
You dug in your heels and walked away
It's the last call
Why did one of us have to take the fall
I'm not sure I want to see you again
And why would I ever...

You walked in with your ridiculous hair
And your bruised and placid look
How long did it take to build that shield
And why would you ever...

Is this the last call
You turned on your heel and walked away
It's the last call
Why did one of us have to take the fall
I don't know if I'll see you again
And why would I ever want to