"Oblivion Comes"

Oblivion taps at the window

with wet fingers,

almost musical

in its tap tap tap,

while its dead breath

fogs the glass

with a dark moisture

that doesn't fade,

that, in fact, seems to spread

slowly in thin tendrils,

all the time in the world

available for it to linger,

especially when all the time

in the world

is not that long

anymore.

 

We watch oblivion

tap tap tap,

thinking ourselves safe

before realising

that oblivion is tap tap tapping

on the same side

of the glass

as us,

 

and it turns around,

its tap tap tapping

done.

 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Edward Lee's poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll.  He is currently working on a novel.


Edward Lee