End Times Fatigue
All anyone wants to read about
is the apocalypse and I am sick
of it already. Already
I am disinterested
in the things out of my control
that will happen to me:
the dead hand system,
the continents reduced
to commando-strewn deserts.
Realistically, the world could end
in a finite number of boring
and mostly preventable ways
and I am tired of all of them.
I want something more:
pinwheels of carnivorous flies,
the ocean bladed and mobile,
our sky peeling back
to reveal a conference room
of deer, shaking their heads,
pushing the red button.
