666

^Three of them
pointing a finger at me
like they know something big
is about to happen

and I'm certain it is....

So I'm off to the mountains
to bury myself
under as much bedrock as I can
while there's still time
before it hits

We have supplies for a year
maybe longer if we're careful
& six months if we're not

My hope is
there will still be poetry
shining somewhere underground
when the lights come back on
in 2013

& may the fates be merciful
upon you all