EXPIRATION

The country of your first breath
haunts every one
except your last.

That last breath
will take you beyond
the breaths you were.

Whatever treasures have fastened
around your understanding
lift now.

The book of life advanced,
your chapter
describing what you wanted.

Your desires fell
like dominos
between worlds.

Those pipes
underground
always siphoning you.

In this dense land of bizarre
beauty,
exhaust wafted in windows.

The only home
you knew, here
they spoke your name.

But now you cant recall it,
and without a name
you step into your last breath.


Judith Pordon

Published in Recursive Angel

Poems of Loss

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