I've read this poem over a hundred times.

The ending is perfect, even though it is actually the opposite of perfect. "Frustrating" is not a strong enough word.

"our hands off our clothes on our tongues from"

Tongues from what!? Are we all going to die abruptly? Unexpectedly? Is that what this is all about?? Don't we all deserve, at least, a period at the end?!