Sonnet #208

“I’ve come from the future,” he said

He sat down at my table in a rush

“We need to talk,” he said. I shook my head

“I can tell you the future already, so hush

and don’t ruin it for me. We will all die.

All of us will die. It will be fast or slow

or in a crowd, perhaps, afraid. We try

to live, but it ends. It always ends. So,

in between then and now, we do what we can

to make the world a better place, make babies

Teach them to do better, and try to make a plan

In case things don’t get better. Whatever you say to me

doesn’t matter,” I said. “Have a drink and go home.”

He nodded. “Death, they say: All roads lead to Rome.”

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