it’s a soul armageddon
the wailing hurts my ears
and I wish them all back to purgatory
{what a fruitless occupation
hovering centimetres under the soil
waiting for the end of time
and a promised resurrection
to sit at the right hand of a creator
surely bored to the max
with all the bickering and violence
of beings who refuse to grow up}
I wish them all back to purgatory
as their wailing hurts my ears
and my mind takes a violent turn
I dream that my soul rules the world
nay, the whole universe
I suck up galaxies with one thought
and vomit planets into orbit
I create suns the size of frying pans
sizzle onions in the afterburn
and lay politicians, softly to sleep
behind thickets of blackberry thorns
only to be woken by a kiss
from the offspring of forgiving asylum seekers
on the penultimate day of never ever
it’s a soul armageddon
and I’m the first to rise screaming
leaving earth behind in my wake
Copyright February 2019