The Day’s Ending

We were slightly too old to play such a game
Ranging in age from twelve to seventeen
When my five pale white-headed cousins and I
decided to take a stance against the tide coming in
in a fruitless effort to resist the day’s ending
we were spread out like icecaps dotting the sea
except we kicked, grabbed handfuls of foam
threw them at one another and screamed

there were three leftover at the last funeral
there will be just two by the next wedding
Wilhelm, who told Deborah I was bitten by a shark
when our two eldest cousins carried me away
that day, after I scraped my knee on a rock
succumbed to a heroin addiction
almost ten years ago now
Sarah had kids and stopped talking to anyone
it’s almost the same as Jakob
except he felt the need to change continents
to get away from us and Chris
we never quite figured out
what happened to him
except that he’s possibly autistic
and last we heard, driving trucks

Tomorrow, I will play a game
for which I am slightly too young
I will fight the waves of sleep
brought on by my latest medication
and doze through my ending days
unless I kick and throw and scream
it will be as if I am bleeding out
after a shark has bitten me
and maybe, like that day at the sea
right after I was carted off
someone will take Wilhem’s place
and tell a ridiculous lie about it
until Deborah, still the youngest
will break down crying
and be afraid of the tides
forever after the false ending
was whispered into her small ear

but before the malicious lie of the shark bite
from that little boy, Wilhelm
our parents said something worse
when the tide comes in
we’ll have to go home
because there will be no place
for your sore old parents to sit
and it brings me joy to remember
how angry we were about the day’s ending 
each time I drift into sleep again
without meaning to do it

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