Finis

There was a time that sadness
might have ripped apart the heart,
tears would have flowed
over the end of life,
but that was before reality
became a daily feast of insanity
and everyone I knew
sold their brain cells for food.

So here we stand
at the threshold to finish
the finale chapter in the world,
my neighbor holds onto the rotting severed limb
of his dead wife,
all the rest of her body
was eaten by a cannibals,
his saving this one part
somehow his idea of love.

Next to us there is a former cop
he keeps his badge attached to a decapitated head
that belonged to a man
who was trying to protect the guy
from a gang of those that saw
eating heads as a form of religion.

It is no longer of much value
to go over what any of us should have done,
how it wouldn’t have mattered anyway
since death was coming just the same.

Above in the gray ash sky
there is the brilliant glow from the avenging creature
we were all warned would come,
should be panic, but there is no feeling at all.

When we see that incredible flash,
one of many that will destroy all existence
as some form of divine judgment,
nothing is left inside to care,
sort of like going to the doctor’s office
after you have a terminal disease,
happiness only comes from the final end
unto all the hours of futile hope.