ENDINGS

Patricia Winter, 1927-2017.
  1. Things do not explode,
  2. they fail, they fade.
  3. as sunlight fades from the flesh,
  4. as the foam drains quick in the sand,
  5. even love’s lightning flash
  6. has no thunderous end
  7. it dies with the sound
  8. of flowers fading like the flesh
  9. from sweating pumice stone,
  10. everything shapes this
  11. till we are left
  12. with the silence that surrounds Beethoven’s head.
    Derek Walcott