Apocalypse

These are sorted indistinguishable

                times

reported of by shades of millennialist

                   lore

and hearkened about from church

pulpits by literalists and mad fanatics.

I’ve seen death when it is kind

and when it is untimely and

            cruel.

Wheels of existence churn, gnash, roar

down here in world view,

              not sky and/or

                    sea view

                    but

lone gravity on chiseled out highways,

and further on in here,

Omaha city streets in mindful

bits of sometime-cold.

Warm winter this year.

   to be driving away into

              forever.

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(February 17th, 2012)