Today is dead but the day is not lost
by Gavin Lytton
he left a note now smeared in blood,
smelling of wounds and memories of wounded
becoming Yesterday.
there’s a certain honour in that.
becoming forgotten, he
is a bare headstone
existing and crooked,
reading, ‘the other day.’
The Future pulls at her skirt baring
such sweet, young skin
saying, ‘someday.’
Tomorrow comes too quickly
and never.
Today is dead but the day is not lost by Gavin Lytton is a Blasted Tree original poem. It also appears on Gavin's personal site HERE