Would you believe me if I said the world is ending?

Photo by Beth Yarnelle Edwards, Samantha, 2001

would you believe me
if i said the world is ending
and we are all hurling
headlong into cosmic cataclysmic conflict
explosions like the surface of the sun?

would you laugh
if i looked you in the eye
told you that i loved you plain
kissed your confounded cheek a last goodbye?

would you scoff
if i invoked the prophets
scroll-bound words mysterious of long ago,
Daniel’s dreams, John’s visions, Isaiah’s anger,
ages of melted iron, broken brass, crumbling clay,
and at last, the last nation to fall?

would you think me a lunatic,
a fool howling at the moon, a maniac on the manic streets,
unsayer of unsooths, unshaven meth-laced face crying only insanities,
deluded profanities,
no credence finding in calls of baptism and clear water revival?

would you pity me
my delusions,
counter tongue with a higher sanity and all the signs of ordinary:
blue skies, subways on time, shopping bags red,
open for business and all the grande mochaccinos?

Dear Friend, Please conclude:
i am lucid, my eyes are clear blue
the world is ending
and it is nearly time
to say goodbye to you.

–Andrew Tuplin