H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

RANDY ROARK

Last Poem for Sarah

The order of all possible futures is raveling

into this one, where there is no room for me—

the order of the past rearranged

by whatever I do next—and what I do next

is determined and invisible only to me

but will make perfect sense when it arrives

in another moment that will for a moment

seem momentous, but will only become

an unremembered nothing as nothing is

left of everything that has gone before.

[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/randy_roark.html.]