the wind is a fast car to nowhere
leaving behind ragged remnants of scarecrows
as quiet storms of chaos ravage the land.
beautiful arcangel thoughts
flutter and wilt,
taint the sky ominous
as daylight lightning strikes,
exploding butterflies
into a million shrapnel pieces
that pierce blood filled clouds
and turn to opaque columns of darkness.
in the slow blink of an eye
the moon rises into the black night.
II. deconstruction
burn your televisions in the yard
roll up the cities like ragged carpets
and toss them into the fire,
let plagues of elephants and locusts
trample progress and
modern civilization into dust.
birds rise in smoky air
and eat the vulgar maggots
that linger in rotting soil.
there is a brutal beauty in devastation
as we return to absolute zero.
III. epiphany
a new sun rises
raining down in pure crystal drops
moving over the face of God
and when the trees and grass
are resurrected from resuscitated earth
and the heavens again bluer than blue,
the air saturated with a serene purity
and all is fresh as new-born eyes,
we will lay back on cloud pillows
and watch in rapture
as the stars come out to dream
