How It Will End

How It Will End short poem

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In the end
there will be no witnesses
as far as we know.
But there are no guarantees.
In the final entropy
of the last 400 million years,
the time it will take for the life
of all radioactive substances to expire,
the incessant yet now forsaken sound of the World Sirens,
still very loud and shrill,
undiminished really,
will be the last testament
to human technological mastery,
a manufactured sound devised so well
that it will never end
as far as we know.
But there are no guarantees.

This incessant sound of the World Sirens
will be ignored
by the centipedes, scorpions, and cockroaches
that make their own sounds
as legs and abdomens rub together
in their jostling for space
in the empty and permanent night.
This immortal sound of the World Sirens
in the absence of light
will be wasted
on this seething mass
of copulating insects
quivering with agitation
that certainly lack
any appreciation
of immortality
as far as we know.
But there are no guarantees.

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Raymond Keen is the author of "Love Poems for Cannibals" (published in 2013) and the drama, "The Private and Public Life of King Able" (published in 2015).Raymond was born and raised in Pueblo, Colorado. He was educated at Case Western Reserve University and the University of Oklahoma before spending three years as a Navy clinical psychologist, with a year in Vietnam (July 1967 – July 1968). Since that time, he has worked as a school psychologist and licensed mental health counselor in the USA and overseas, until his retirement in 2006. Raymond is a Life Member of Vietnam Veterans of America (VVA) and Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW).  He lives with his wife Kemme in Sahuarita, AZ.  They have two grown children, Anne-Elise and Michael. 
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Carl "Papa" Palmer

This is only one of my many favorites in your book, Ray. I’m glad to see you sharing your work on this fine website. I want to see more.
Until Then,
Papa Carl

Michael Lee Johnson

Great job Ray you always make me use my dictionary over and over again!


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