What is the last poem that I’ll ever write?
Will it be at the hands
Of disinterest,
Or at the hands
Of death?
What will the subject be?
Love?
Philosophy?
Or both intwined?
If I were to become
Famous and lost in pages,
A hundred years down the line
Only for young academics to
Rekindle my lack of rhyme scheme
Would this be the last poem
– the last thought of mine –
To have resurrected life?