Signs of the end of the world


are bloody moons at noon, bleach
blondes who pop
gum, talk back to mommy, forget

to paint their Easter eggs by hand,

mechanization marches inexorable
to steel-glass pitiless sword-bearing
angels: clockwork sparrows migrate

at the wrong time--

clog up the sky, dark sun shines
through their tangles,
an animator's mistake, shines

down on Russia like we're the same:

the President makes enemies
into friends, the President talks about
The End of the World

like it was a reset button

like playing Super Mario

with your little sister's life.



published in Windfall, Truman State University literary magazine (2002)

 

poetry index