Kathy Sparling
Kathy Sparling


If you’re reading this I never made it out.
It’s no good to entertain false hope, or doubt.
My directive was precise:
Take measure once, then don’t think twice.
If you’re reading this I did not hesitate,
Or, if I did turn back, by then they’d barred the gate,
And if you’re reading this I guess you didn’t wait.

If you’re hearing this the capsule made good time.
The record of our world caught in its prime.
How could I presume to choose
A kiss, a heartbeat, one man’s blues?
An offering, a sacrificial dance,
Such optimism as we dared advance,
But if you’re hearing this we never stood a chance.

Now don’t flinch, don’t choke, just play along.
If you just stay quiet, I’ll stay gone.

And if you’re watching this she’s probably watching too —
A third eye in a watchtower built for two.
My voice so easy to locate:
She speaks, and you triangulate.
You’ve placed me on that line from love to hate,
And I’d ask you both to intercede with fate,
But if you’re watching this it’s already too late.