Lifeless End

Poem Background

As with most of the stuff I’m sharing, this was written in the 1979-80 school year as part of my Creative Writing (English 3101-1) class with Dr. Uma Parameswaran at the University of Winnipeg.

I was playing around with some of the current events of the time and clearly I had a very cyncial, bleak outlook on things. I remember at the time that I really liked this one and considered it something of a pet project, but my class was much less enthusiastic about the quality and profoundness of the piece …

Lifeless End

by Warren Wojnowski

Never again will they be able to prevent
us from being what we aren’t.
Fortitude is not longitude.
Indeed, what may last
is in fact over.

***

Lost amidst the fiery flight path of lifelessness
listlessly playing the part;
hoping for a chance to be a dramatist
yet withheld from the very start.
Robots walk, talk and tumble
yet what of those which cry and fumble?
Dictation is not just a secretary’s job
but one reserved for the almighty ones.
Hero worship is the forthcoming end
when robots one and all may be called friends.
Heat brings cold, the warm winds the icy chill;
together they melt the current trend
and freeze the lifeless end.

Lost amidst the fiery flight path of lifelessness
listlessly playing the part;
rudely awakened by the machine’s failure
helplessly committing the final error.
The birds fly by, the beasts charge on
each swallowed up by the thunderous black cloud
at the end of which a flickering wick
extinguishes all flame
as the trickling water burns away the pain.

End