My First Apocalypse
Watching the helicopters flying across my screen
on this night, which feels like it will last forever,
I am determined to go on until I see Willard’s head
protruding, Marin Sheen emerging from the mighty
Mekong river, the darkness deepening further.
Our own apocalypse could spawn, no doubt,
a Colonel Kurtz or two, who could lay to waste
hundreds, maybe thousands, enabled by Covid-19,
could this be his (or her) cue? Time to take over,
for demons to be unleashed on a broken world.
Later, the sky opens up with cracked blue magma,
flashing fleetingly across the silent midnight sky
as I creep out for a smoke to break the tension,
when I go back in, Captain Willard has arrived
at his destination, finds Kurtz among a pile of skulls.