we need a nice little apocalypse to clear the air

 

the flesh has fallen
limp and wan,

the heart no longer
heard,

tears are wasted
on others.

and inside there
used to be a spirit,
a spirit that carried
a little card that read,
"HANDLE WITH CARE."

but the golden rule
has been put down,
euthanize, like the
family pet too old,
too sick to go on.

the sun turns a
nauseous green
and the worm
devours the bird.

...the music played
in the hallways of
hell is so beautiful
that the dammed
don't even realize
that they are burning.

the monkey sees,

...but no longer
           cares to do.