Waiting for the Apocalypse to be Over

another morning I awake from dreams
to drop into the flow of life’s sluggish
river (trapped on a sandbar of late) and
I wonder about the white waters’ rush,
hoping I’ve not seen the last of this in
this present life; I want to run again
before the race is over, want to hunt
again the big game and find love before
the trumpets sound their clarion call, queue
heaven to roll aside proverbial
and bring ruin to the only world we
have ever known, before faith brings hellfire
and the blood of saints manifests God’s wrath—
one more year, I want to awake to dreams.

David M Pitchford
18 Sept 2011


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