the last haiku

 the last haiku

all we have is

distilled in the spirit

of one last haiku

evaporating 

all the tears of our lives

for no tomorrow

for never ever

was there a yesterday

with no tomorrow 

and here we are

burning all the warning notes

no sports day today

a temperature 

coming down with a virus

please excuse us

if we don’t play

the game is nearly over

and the substitute 

refuses to play

for this game is not fun

any more than you

are for telling how it

upsets everybody now

please go away now

and let me sleep 

under this indian summer 

of sunshine 

too late in the year

this winter of looking back

is cold comfort

new year’s eve 

has left the party early

it is over now

all we have left

is distilled in the spirit

of one last haiku

a valediction 

floating down the Acheron

on the pyre of the world

at the choke point 

of this extinction event 

it is the thermophiles

that will once more rule the world

that will once more rule the world