[Jeffrey]

endpapers

The cord's gone frayed, the wineskin's burst,
it's the end. At last, we pass the glass of
cold, cold wine. It's the end!

The seams are split, the carpet's torn,
it's the end. We've been called to the
curtain and thrust back on stage. It's
the end!

The storm has passed, the streets are
slick, the coats are cast off, it's the end.

The dice is cast, the Gideon is back
in the drawer, pages creased, margins
marked, notes taken on the endpapers,
thoughts flickering and fading, the
bottle is back in the satchel, the vase
on the table, the pen in the pocket.
It's the end!

[Ordinary Sarah]

I love the way you ended each part with a cry, "It's the end!" It gives it a lot of feeling.