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

achievement

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

good-bye

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