Kafka ending

Beckett’s game

by Roberto Lavidez

this naive world

was the most

complicated one

that ever existed

a world where

all would be

silent and still

a speck

in the void

in the dark

for ever

every human being

must be able

to justify his life

but man could not

do enough for his

own satisfaction

evil knows

of the good

but good does

not know evil

ah the creatures

the creatures

everything has

to be explained

to them

peering

timid

hopeful

the answer prowls

round the question

old endgame

lost of old

play and lose

and have done

with losing

thus the

continuity

of transience

cannot give

any consolation

heaven is dumb

echoing only

to the dumb

to think perhaps

it won’t all

have been

for nothing

the whole thing

is comical

I grant you that

with the rest

in the end

the shadows

the murmurs

all the trouble

to end up with

confusing a shot

from a gun

with a

roll of thunder

imagining manna

in heaven

for imbeciles

why this farce

day after day

all the resurrected

dead of all ages

wouldn't  fill it

from a vague

abundance of

old stories

the disproportion

of things seems

to be only

arithmetical

you cried

for night

it comes

it falls

now cry

in darkness

there is

nothing

to say

nothing

other than

a motivation

of man’s wish

to rest

for a moment

perhaps

it’s compassion

a kind of

great compassion

you explain life

as a state of rest

a state of rest

in motion

it’s because

there are no more

navigators

the relationship

to oneself

is the relationship

of striving

©robertolavidez2013