The end of the world

The bird had come to the very end of its song
and the tree was dissolving under its claws.

And in the sky the clouds were twisting
and darkness flowed through all the cracks
into the sinking vessel of the landscape.

Only in the telegraph wires
a message still

C-.-o---m--e. h...o---m--e.
y-.--o---u..- h...a.-v...-e.

Miroslav Holub, “The end of the world” from Poems Before & After.  Reprinted with the permission of Bloodaxe Books Ltd.,
Source: Poems Before and After (Bloodaxe Books, 2006)
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