And in the End

Where am I supposed to be?
Just plain, average…not content,
But not stupid…adorned with
some echo of talent…but a reverse life…
Anguish in heart—sympathy in guilt…

A story that just will not come to fruition.
With pangs of anger…I…drop now, leave the word
because I have nothing else to say…
Nothing else to feel…
I am nowhere near my destination…
Only habit driven to melt away…seek
in signs to come back
back—to absolutely nothing.

I see the apparatus across the
tiny room…and I am fearful
of what it will do to me…

Where do you go when the lost is found…?
The destruction of man/myself
is not a flavor of the month

Dan Provost’s poetry has been published throughout the small press for many years. He is the author of nine books and lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife Laura.

Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine art photographer. He lives at Mosaic Commons, a co-housing community in Berlin, Ma. He has a wife Karen, and daughter.

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