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Through a headphone set or stereo speaker.
If you put to your ear a telephone receiver,
The flat line of a dial tone would sound eternal
Like radio white noise or heterodyne ticks—
It’s these that will last
Through dust and bricks
For a half-life of years.

You will not read of my passing
In Sunday features, or manicured
Press releases from heads of state
Who celebrate the status quo,
Meet suffering with hubris, and mistake
Ego for greatness.

You will not feel me slip away
On a rising tide, today
Or tomorrow, where sand recedes
Through clasped hands
And the sea reclaims another island home.

My end is no surprise, but of course, you know
That my end is surely your end, so
Together, we’ll surely go.
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He is also the 3rd prize winner in the 2016 Young Poets Network August Challenge #3. He is also a winner in the Behind the Curtain poetry challenge on Young Poets Network, in partnership with the V&A Museum, and a winner in the 2015 August challenge to create a poem from a character.
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He is also the 3rd prize winner in the 2016 Young Poets Network August Challenge #3. He is also a winner in the Behind the Curtain poetry challenge on Young Poets Network, in partnership with the V&A Museum, and a winner in the 2015 August challenge to create a poem from a character.
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Expediency

John Blackmore

You will not hear of my end
Through a headphone set or stereo speaker.
If you put to your ear a telephone receiver,
The flat line of a dial tone would sound eternal
Like radio white noise or heterodyne ticks—
It’s these that will last
Through dust and bricks
For a half-life of years.

You will not read of my passing
In Sunday features, or manicured
Press releases from heads of state
Who celebrate the status quo,
Meet suffering with hubris, and mistake
Ego for greatness.

You will not feel me slip away
On a rising tide, today
Or tomorrow, where sand recedes
Through clasped hands
And the sea reclaims another island home.

My end is no surprise, but of course, you know
That my end is surely your end, so
Together, we’ll surely go.