mortal

only mortal

everything happened in a flurry
couldn't really tell
(hiding conspicuously behind conscience
can hardly tell
it was me
evading myself)
if it was
but i knew.

creeping behind the thousand year
gnarled fist
beckoning
(with just the
slightest
hint of contempt)
rise
rise
rise, to death

dammit

mortals.



* for those unaquainted with my eccentric poems: This refers to the apocalypse from the viewpoint of an angel witnessing the sudden end of the world and passage of humans into his own. It also explores a different view of how celestial beings might welcome us when the REAL apocalypse comes -- if it does :)