“Last Call” by Chanel Brenner

Life is not really life at all.

It is the mask that death wears

To a costume at His own ball.

It is the glitter and gold

of His decorations

It is the intoxication of the drinks

He is serving.

It is the beauty of the music

He is orchestrating.

It is the last call,

Of His calling.

We know it is a disguise

Yet we play along

What else are we to do?

We attend.

We dance.

We drink.

We listen.

We go home.

Chanel Brenner

Photo by L. K. Thayer

© 2011

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7 comments

  1. lkthayer · July 28, 2011

    Chanel, your work is so powerfully written and heartfelt.
    Thank you for sharing your experience with us. Lisa

  2. nicolerigets · July 28, 2011

    Deeply-felt; Indelible and Silky.
    Twittering the first 2 lines and this link.

  3. Victor Zaud · July 28, 2011

    Truly beautiful and dark in the same moment. More please!

    • lkthayer · July 28, 2011

      There will be more, thanks for squeezing The Juice Bar! LK 🙂

  4. Pamela · July 29, 2011

    What a powerful and delicate poem. It is beautiful and haunting.

  5. Mitch · July 29, 2011

    We read
    We enjoy
    We want more

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