There’s Magic in the End of Things

 

That final word is a godsend.

A note of relief or release,

Of grief, a new lease,

Or different, of life,

The will to survive

Beyond and behind

Something solid,

A word so squalid,

Meteoric and metaphoric.

A moment of liquid magic

From that final shot glass

For a taste of metaphoria,

And as it happens

So far that word is:

Pirates.

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