farewell, farewell

the blade cuts down and through,
pulls out, enters again, twists.
this is the test:
spit it out, sucker, you’ve long ago
proven your valor.
in this unhappy world, in this
bitterly unhappy world,
who but a fool would want to
there will be no change.
your little good luck has been
used up.
spit it out, sucker.
the last goodbye is the