I Who Am Ending

I Who Am Ending

like a moth-eaten soul
touch me right here
just below the rib
the whole structure will crumble
flake your finger with ash

I who am ending
like a temple sieged
in the same way Vespasian marched
to the holy place
lit it on fire to melt the gold
turned over each stone
while the wood, expensive fabric, wax
was licked up by flame
spit out sparks, smoke

I who am ending
like a rope weathered and frayed
knotted at the end
to be bundled or tossed

hollowed and swept
untethered, scratched
stretched and leaning my body
across the line
into something new

© 2009 andrew kooman