The End is Nigh

 

Everything’s falling apart

Said the strangest man

Of all, he is alone

An island in the midst of

Seas of change, new waves

Ever crashing upon the

Crumbling walls of his long

Extinguished parents’ home

 

The end is nigh

He said almost exulted

Having never quite begun

This closed-circuit man

Mother’s stale coat

On a hook in the hall

Never go inside, I won’t

Inner doors have bolts

 

The world is done for

Maybe he’s right and prophets

Keep their kingdoms tight

That’s how they know

For sure. The pirates bring

Him papers, every word

He reads, cover to cover

A sage of world affairs

 

The end is nigh

Like so many ends before

He says but how his garden

Grows eternal circles

Atoms holding hands

Hack it down, he says

The flowers speak a language

He will never understand

 

 

It’s all falling apart

That is his world

Straining, borders closed

Mother’s cactus shrivelled

Dusty on a shelf

Paper words of hate were

Only shadows on his wall

And in the stagnant kitchen

A stomach ache awaits