Armageddon

That’s the way it starts...

armageddon...

A duck crossing the road 

feels the earth move

and suddenly cracks

that weren’t there yesterday

run like lightening

through everything

before separations begin;

the center can’t hold

and the earth splits

into a zillion fragments

flying every which way... 

I was going to make a poem

about global warming

but all the words I tried

seemed so prosaic

I gave up the project 

and settled for an imaginary

catastrophe with which religious folk

who say they know the mind of God

are already quite familiar.