THE END IS THE END
We enter the village after our long passage
through the darkest parts of the woods,
where there were no paths. We ask for food,
for water, for story. The story begins. Nothing
and the world precedes it. Each word expands
the span of the ground. A girl, then a girl living
red hours, wearing a red dress, then a girl draped
in red, carrying a silver knife. Every object useful
only in the sentence it appears. When the tale
ends, remember there is no future for the girl.
No future for the girl and no future for us
who loved her. Only nothing. Nothing
and the world.