Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I did not think
the end would come
as a ravening
among lethal bipeds
(though a ravening
Christian might tell me
Scripture says it all
and offer me
redemption or death)

I thought it would be more
stunned eyes
and slack jaws
examining and lamenting
the cracking sky
as it falls on mankind's

and all addressing their
ideas of a God
in tones of personal
grief seeking surcease
and shocked witless
knowing that process
is well at hand

so much for what I thought
I've found myself
no longer pondering this
at a remove
but in the thick of it
among the rhumy eyes
looking at each other
for an contrition uttered
in the last conscious knowing of thought

at last I've found thee


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