Walpurgisnacht

Originally posted 4/30/2012.

If this is the last poem I will ever write
I cannot let myself fall back on The Usual List Of Me
for inspiration, hanging all I am now on any of 
my usual hooks. Not for a last poem.

A last poem ought to break into 
new fire as the poet is raised up
in the heat of it.  A flame 
cracking a red consuming song.

If this is the last poem I will ever write
I should set all my weary categories
ablaze in it, and as I cannot,
this cannot be the last poem.  

If this had been the last poem
I was destined to write,
the poem would be burning
and I would already have jumped through it.