Final Reminder

Reading Laforgue, I love the way he crowds
The world of things into his racing frame
Yet makes them fit, like lightning in the clouds.
The toads, the vermin get their blaze of fame
In his high-speed, grab-bag democracy
Of thought, perception and the sheer desire
To live. Each stanza, as if meant for me,
Spits like an ember of his funeral pyre
Sculpted into a message of reproof
For any moment that I doubt the worth
Of effort, any wish to stand aloof
At long last from the turmoil of the Earth
Now my light fades. The stars are on display
In the dark night, not the bright sky of day.