what then

after the last fish is pulled from the lake
after the last bird has flown from the reef
after the last breath escapes from your lips
what then?

you paint this silence
you paint this peace in grey and blue
the face in the crowd a tree without roots what then but you
you have no religion but it isn't faith that will see you through
beyond this, what then but you?

after the last fish is pulled
from the lake
after the last bird has flown from the reef
after the last breath escapes from your lips
what then?

copyright eryn holbrook 2003