Every last inning is sad when one thinks
How games, in theory, could go on forever,
Scores tied in perpetuity, mitts handed down
From father to son across the generations.
But grieve not, for in the Upper Worlds
Will be no horror of the last, as Johnson
Decried it, no last kisses, no final fucks –
And, say, that’s a toughie, isn’t it?
David, fading, cold to the touch of Abishag
The Shunammite, and she the hottest girl
In Israel. Sternly his court regarded this:
If the King knew her not, the King had to die.
But that same night he fucked her in paradise!
He fucked her brains out! He’s still fucking her!