the End

Charcoal spines burning,
men dethroned of valor,
a raven-dropping thunderstorm.

Mold on fruit,

decay on bones—
lifeless life.

Pale sunlight,

tired universe,
hope stuck in quicksand.

Humanity scorned by God:

disappointed Father.

Now, as we prepare to be forgotten,

dressing formal for the End
will be
unnecessary.


(From the book Kairos)