6.  What Was Always to be Written

It's all a little undefined

because I've never let

You define it before.

Instead, pen cushioned

in callouses, I'd write away

the beginning and middle

until it smacked

of a satisfying end.

But all good writers know

their characters are loose

cannons, hog wild, cheap

in their loyalty, and off

they go working out

an ending that looks

good on paper

but bad on self.

And what do you do at the point

when all your life you've called

the shots, only for your toes

to rest on death, realizing

this was what was always

to be written in the first place?