to the banquet hall

The dark fades
in the bleak light of surgeries,
for one last moment,
the voices and the familiar beat
subsumed into a black hole,
All voices suddenly fade into a hush
and then silence,
air itself fades away in the grossest
lack of comprehension


Nothing to celebrate,
save that our souls are rotten.

Oblivion is all there is for them.

As for us, we go back
to the banquet hall.