apocalypse now

the apocalypse did not come, no

noxious invisibility unleashed, in the shock

waves of humanity self-destructing

trailing in its wake scorched earth.

the final catastrophe far

more quotidian than that

landscape forever altered.

a phone call, a test strip, the future

obliterated, suddenly, silence

where there was song, desolation

where there was hope, survivors

are we all, picking our way

through the wasteland

piecing together a life.

 

 

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