so many noises
this isn’t autumn
this is armageddon
december is close
the horsemen ride
down the street
running for president
saint john writes
with words poetic
about our time
lion of judah
opens the seals
and the television
begins to flicker
the newsman says
water is red
a thick darkness
foreshadowing our doom
and an earthquake
boom boom boom
heaven and hell
are full up
nothing more remains