I’ve seen the signs
And it’s the end of the world
Gaia whispered to my dream
Warned me of the death-bell’s toll
The city opened up its eyes
From its deaf, unbroken rest
He saw the rape and wailing
The great denials
And in his rage, he fell depressed
The cave-ins swallowed the sanctuary
The churches, mosques,
Their feet, their pews
The men and women
dancing, singing
Their leperous flesh a vicious hue
Legions burned with red and vengeance
Advanced their necks, into their brains
The priests adorned the devil’s jewelry
Chains of gold raked their veins
The only ones with faith or reason
Were branded “false” and charged with treason
A crown of thorns sewn in their beds
with spines to greet their heavy heads
God hid His face
Just
Once more time
He took His broken in blood-soaked arms
Rent the heavens with trumpet songs
And leapt into the sun.
The Poetry of Ants 