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Poem - End Of The Earth

You sang as you sat on the dusty red carpet  by your side of my bed
The music you played, It spread and misled, and yet I could hear  the promise you made:
"I'll love you, my dear, 'till the end of the earth."
But your world was so small and the end was, in fact, less far than we thought:
A bus and a train, an hour or so, that's how long it took  to gather your thoughts.
The river your crossed, to take yourself out of the life I rearranged  to make room for us.
Elsewhere on this earth,  Below southern skies A man bleeds and burns. Without fear, he cries:
"How fast did it travel, this bullet you shot? How small, oh, how small
Is this blighted earth?"