The Moon Land

The day I see the world end
will be the day when the Earth
casts my shadow on the moon land.

The world will end
when white mushrooms
sprout abruptly and
touch the clouds.

Primal cause concealed,
the green hand that lifts the shadow,
and leashes the ring of beasts
hallowed in the stars.

From Pluto's mild pastures
the world will end sparkling,
all the stars will burst and
shine no more.

The world is here for us to escape,
imagine all the people flying and screaming,
remember all the people with eyes closed
on their couches praying.

The day I see the world end
will be the day blind and naked,
wafting through the trees and grass
with herds of rats, cats, birds, squirrels, ants,
bears, wolves, dogs, whales, lizards, penguins,
cows, pigs, mice, dinosaurs...