Whereabouts Unknown

The measures of Megiddo have been met

The planned Apocalypse is here, and yet,

It takes a pinch of time, a teaspoon full of rhyme,

And all the sour lemon of regret, upon the table set

‘Til we forget

That yesterday (which never really was),

Tomorrow (how it hastens as it does),

And present (as it stands) are hiding in the sands

Of memory - and rumbling like applause - applying their own laws

How free of flaws!

Am I the only one to see it show?

Approaching so deliberately slow,

Creeping across the line of a filament so fine

Or frozen in a single flake of snow with nowhere else to go

But undertow

Draw me into those waters whence I came,

Where even Heaven hasn’t got a name

Unmercifully cool, a dark enchanted pool

And baptize me into the secret game, the clear and conscious flame

Uncertainly alone

My whereabouts unknown

- Romeo Tenderflake (poet and rancher, Botswana, 1919)