You like ends. End of the world,
Sky’s end, to the end of time.
Two heads in the grass, small kids,
Knelt by a third, a doll’s head,
And asked, what were its last words?
O. She said, O. No, she said,
Oh, no! Or wow. Was it wow?
No! Shh! Can’t you see her lips move?
She’s not dead yet. You poor thing.
Her eyes are closed. What’s that? Ow.
She said, Ow. No, you said it.
An hour passed. A wind kicked up.
The kids went back in the house.
The doll got left in the grass.
