“Apocalypso”
Before the world drew nigh here
the news was in my head.
The sky was full of vapour trails
the sun shone bloody red.
“will we really die here?”
A passing stranger said.
I said “I don’t know
but I must be getting home.”
Apocalypso!
The sun poured forth a million volts
of disdain on the land.
The sky was full of nuts and bolts
which moved at some command.
John chain-smoked by the radio
a pencil in his hand.
Then my lover walks in
and sits down as in a trance.
Apocalypso!
“Let’s go to bed” I say then
she follows right away.
She is in the bathroom
as the sky begins to gray.
“Will we really die here?”
I hear my lover say.
In my arms she cries
and I wonder “why I’m here?”
Apocalypso!
“Will we really die here?”
The words run through my head.
“Will we really die here?
Or are we already dead.”
I turned to see her standing there
“Please come to bed” she said.
And I moved to her
through the growing haze of red.
Apocalypso!