This is how the world ends (or begins).
Not in shades of grey or black and white
or sudden explosions of blinding light.
It starts with cracked pavements
and blood from trees
(stains tarmac, paints concrete)
and all beneath. Clouds gather white and falls,
flutters down as ash and Dawn paint skies in
angry ambers and in frantic scrawls.
Lightning flash like smoke lines, jagged
destruction crackles muted blue.
And you think it’s snowing
But it’s really clouds a-falling,
swimming in salt and drowning in
sand and fish fly in forests and trees
Spheres sink in smoke and fog, faded lights
and murmured smiles. Melted wax trickles down
metal buildings and smoke swirls above,
gathers black and blue on land. Waves of
azure and ivory fizzles against fragile sand.
An explosion of stars and cosmic revolution.
A blank canvas of infinite retribution.
Words: Lerah Mae Barcenilla
Artwork: Starfield, 2010 by Vija Celmins
With thanks to The Student Wordsmith (www.thestudentwordsmith.com)