extinction has become
a way of life
push ‘em back, push ‘em back
way back

thieves in the night
spread into the world
Serengetti, oceans blue
chrysalis and hives

letter writing, long white gloves
walking unplugged and fountain pens
family dinners, darning socks
rotary dial and porch talk

push ’em backpush ’em back
way back

civility disappears in spews
listening usurped abducted
mouths agape without ears
warnings ignored

das Ende, el fin
fine, mwisho

push ’em backpush ’em back
way back
yeah team


NaPoWriMo Day 27 — using day 26’s prompt to write a poem with a refrain. Confession: I was a high school cheerleader.  “Push ’em back, push ’em back, way back” was used when the other football team was getting too close to the goal line. That “refrain” popped into my head and then I started thinking about all the things that have disappeared in my lifetime — far too many to mention here. And I realized, extinction has become a way of life — how strange to put those two words together!  “the end” is offered in different languages. It is after all, a worldwide problem. Thought the Japanese word for “the end” was quite interesting, containing the English word “wish.”

5 thoughts on “Fini

  1. AnnMarie Roselli-Kissack April 27, 2016 / 6:00 pm

    I adore how your mind spiraled through this particular challenge –
    how many things we push back and how these effects linger – non negotiable echoes – like this chant (now stuck in my head, thank you very much;)

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    • lillian May 25, 2016 / 8:53 am

      Wow – somehow I missed replying here. Hopefully that ear worm has disappeared by now!

      Liked by 1 person

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