Start at the end
and go back from there,
like a dancing woman
or melting ice –
to the beginning

Finished, then
unraveling, un-becoming

Fallen apart into
a jumble of


These are times of unmaking
systems fall into disrepair
entropy has her way

birds fall from the skies
buds freeze, curled tight
their potential never sprung

socks and gloves
fall out with their mates
leave without saying goodbye

things fall apart
clocks stop
dishes break

the mirror shows
only empty spaces
and faces without hope


These 55 words are for Joy at Verse Escape, where she carries on the grand tradition of the G-man.