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GOODBYE
A Poem by Darwin Hageman, In Farewell To A Century of Monstrosity
It is a gray and grim New Year's Eve as the 20th Century ends
A Mysterious fog lays there in the sky, softening the sounds of the sighs
Yes, sigh, just sigh, and say goodbye, but do not cry
Let the seagulls flying in the sky do all the crying for us
For all the wars, and all the people who had to die, to have their lives
changed
Before their time, to sprout their angel wings too soon before the coming
Of their natural moon, rising, and we must see the dawn, so gray and grim
For them.
This is different than the changing of another year, from year to year,
This is getting rid of a century of fear. When such horrible weapons came
into
Our hands, so horrible that we could not stand to even see the reflection
of our own
Faces in the mirrors hanging on the blood red walls of the world.
Could we only be born to just be killed, against our wills? No, no such
thing
Would happen
As the seagull shrieks up in the mysterious mist that kisses with frosty
lips
The invisible dawn of the last day of war and death and constant despair.
The end of the 20th Century is gray and grim and mysteriously silent.
We can only assume, as I sit in my silent and misty room,
That the child that cried because its parents had been killed and died
Against their wills, is with them now in paradise.
Yes, it is time to say goodbye, but do not cry, yes, only sigh,
For we did not die before the proper time for our own moon to rise and
Climb into the sky, a sky covered in mist, now so mysteriously hiding the
dawn of our last and final goodbye.
For the century of monstrosity is dying and let it stretch out and be buried
and lie.
I shall take a Kleenex to the window and wave it as a white flag of peace
As I say goodbye and heave my final farewell sigh -
Goodbye to all of you, who before your time, had to die.
Amen.
Copyright (c) Darwin Hageman 1999