They were handing out pieces of the apocalypse today

little ones, able to slip right into your pocket

and just kind of sit poking into your thigh

so you wouldn’t forget they were there

I took two, in case I lost one

and left to walk over scorched rubble in the street

the onlookers bathed in moonlight where it could reach through

haze and smoke indistinguishable from their breath

with faces dancing, twisting in the firelight, ineffable and sublime

Might have broken through the drought. Gonna run with a few ideas and see where they take me.

Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

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