Thursday, December 6, 2012

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

(From the book Kairos)

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