And it all came down,
on that morning when the world
awoke to find itself no longer kept in place.
No law but truth
and through truth,
consequence.
The sun rose
and fell again,
as quick as an implosion,
or the blink of a god’s eye.
The rain rose up
and the waves went back out to sea.
Children climbed back into their mother’s wombs
and hid,
and the rich swam in sewage,
dining on rats;
as the homeless traded on Wall Street.
All the whores and junkies
rose up to meet with Christ
on the front lawn of the White House.
I awoke to see no real change;
for even though the trees had returned to seed
and all life died
and death lived,
I was never there.
HG – 2001-2005
