after Amiri Baraka’s “A Poem for Deep Thinkers”
It’s not quite the end/it can’t be/the sign/of the times/vacillating waves of the decision/the eruption of all there is in our/little snow globe existence/Gabriel’s golden trumpet peeks itself/just beyond silver cloud boundaries/its flared horn glimmers one second like a wink/appearing, disappearing, disappearing, reappearing just to say/this can all go away in a millisecond/preliminary locus swarms/let’s say three years worth for global food systems/an appetizer/they’ll throw down confetti/from cumulus clouds in celebration of this/this/this/madness/
Prayer beads unfurl from strings with a sigh/when its time to settle sin:forgiveness ratios/And I believe The Creator/toys with their eraser in nebulous star speckled hands and will soon/just ball up the page/chuckling to themselves/chastise the dream/of how beautiful they/thought it all could’ve been.
