
Musical Selection: Queen|Another One Bites the Dust
Crack goes the whip and
every order or demand that
can break a camel’s back —
thrown at us under a
noon day’s sun and just
like that, the fun . . .
is done.
We’ve been asked to
pack our things, close
up shop, retire, put things
to bed and not wake up and
well, if you know us . . .
you know we’re not going
quietly.
Funny how money can shift
a mountain of growth
or how it can sharpen
the hardest edges especially
when the underdogs begin to
climb too high.
The Powers That Be say,
“Drag them back down,”
and as we fall, they clap
and hoot and holler and
throw confetti in
the putrid air
juddering around their
safe spaces, laughing
at the marks we’ve made.
“It’s been a nice run,”
they’ll say.
“You’ve done well, but
we have other plans
in mind and you’re not
in them,” and we knew
the hammer would come
down, it was only a
matter of time.
We were hanging on to
hope.
It’s hard to say goodbye
to family, to friends.
We’ve built a castle,
invited the village, and made
merry with thousands, and
now . . . that castle is
being demolished.
Here comes the wrecking ball.
These walls are being Jerichoed
right before us
and there is no time
for tears, we must gather
our pride, tuck it neatly
alongside our egos, and zip
the contents up . . .
Shut it down.
I wish there was another
way of saying and I don’t
want to go, but the great
has been and the ruined
are two different things and
I’m having trouble recognizing
which one we are.
Today is the first day
of not being angry or hurt
or sad because business
is business and when
business is business, words
do not matter.
This poem was written as a “swan song”/goodbye poem to our readers and writers at P.S. I Love You via Medium. The magazine will no longer be operative after June 30, 2021. I’ve been an editor there since last June and I’ve had so much fun doing what I love most.
Oh noooo! I’m sorry to hear this.
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Thank you, Kathy! Really, I’m starting to believe it’s a blessing in disguise. I’ve decided to end my journey on Medium toward the end of July. It’s time. It’s more exhausting than it is fun and I’ll falling out of love with it too. Lol
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A really lovely and powerful swan song trE.
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Thank you, Peter!
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Wow Tre. I’m gone a month and so much has happened for you! I’ve been catching up. I’m sorry and glad. Sorry about your diagnosis but glad you are taking care of yourself.
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Hey, Lisa. Thank you kindly. 💙 *Big hugs* and I appreciate you “catching up.”
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It’s always a pleasure to get lost in your words. 😊
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*big hugs*
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Wow, that’s a powerful send off.
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Thank you, Peggy. 💙
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* big hug *
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*big hugs* 💙
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Saying goodbye is really tough. You’ve captured the emotion is so beautifully. So sorry to hear about the magazine.
How have you been?
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I’m well, thank you. I can’t complain, really. I hope you are doing well also. ☺️
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Same here. I’m good too ☺️
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Awesome. Good deal. 🙏
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wow, that is a great write and read….love the juddering and Jerichoed, great words, great poem. the hammer sucks but you carry on my friend.
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Peace, thank you.
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oh wow, that’s great, but too bad about the zine…
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Yeah. Thank you. I’m trying to allow myself some peace about it, you know?
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Best thing to do is write and write about it. You did in a powerful way, keep Hammering away at it 🙏🏻
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I will–on that, you can rely. Thank you again!
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