3.23.2005

End Times

The first horizon,
Jawline over Eden,
God's teeth sinking in,
Juicy, rotting -
He spits seeds
Still cultivating,
And washes out
Our mouths with rain -
Then, a smile
Painting promise,
He hangs a sign:

Workers needed:
No deep sea divers,
Only firefighters.

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