The Last Man

Nothing more than the span of his arms
Outstretched. A flayed ribcage
Cages his flayed mind
Sunk to a mere heart.
He has renounced questions
Holds light and dark
As two melting globes
In either hand and can never
Behold both at once.

His mouth opens a hole
Straight through his head
And any listeners can only
Try to ignore the slavering path
Of which he is ignorant
That he has followed.

Danny Hughes, 2010