Forever

 
 
the air pressure is just the right density
to hold the smoke ghostly still
as I watch it slowly curling in
and around itself
 
the distant car lights
pierce through the trees
and the projected shapes
from between leaves
glide along and off  
the edge of the house wall
 
everything is dying before me
each scrawny moment goes past
and is final
 
and I wonder
what fucking idiot  
ever thought up  
the deadest word of them all:
 
Forever