in the end
the world will
go on turning
the life left in it
will not mourn
any one of us
© BH, 2026
This was a development from the last three lines of ‘reset’, written in response to the poem ‘Spoil’, posted on FB by poet Hugh MacMillan.
In the edit of ‘reset ’, I removed those final lines and expanded them into these six.
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