I'm finished. It's finished 
with me.

There is nothing to do now, 
at last,

but get from this chair 
to the bedroom

before the green pre-light, the leaves' 
last night telling's

obliterated by another 
morning's thermonuclear

soundless detonation- 

except to be quiet 
enough not to wake you.

To be quiet enough 
not to wake.