it’s over when it’s over

only the gods can know

about our ducks in a row

when the river styx will flow

with a cosmic consciousness

they know about loneliness

and the road to happiness

what seems an oxymoron

enabling them to go on

in spite of everyone

suppose that all of us knew

the things we need to go through

like the devil’s angels do

would we all throw up our hands

at the devil’s harsh demands

which none of us understands

or bow down to the big bang

after the fat lady sang

“i guess it’s all over gang”

walt abbott–2-14-2010