what if the world ended?

What if the world ended?
That is round
And that is also round
Turning machines
Means turning seasons
From far to near
The death of ghostly children
Become old war stories
In the insane beyond
Where we remember
The world before war
Violins on old recordings
Sound reminiscent
And I reminisce about you
Music is your muse
I am your butterfly
And your dragonfly
And your sword.

Life becomes a path
Fear becomes a pathogen
I feel pathetic
Night closes her dark wet clammy hands
Around your throat and loves you like
You were a corpse in an alley way.
So much in war is death
We see it every day
But nothing comes from the unreal space
In my heart but palpable cries

Somewhere I loved you and lost you
Your dark eyes
Flooded with blood
From that head wound
We made love in the desert
In a fox hole
And died our hearts bleeding
While we watched a stage play of what it would be like
After the end…

There were worms that ate a hole in the apple
They were bullets
I saw the stark nightmare of my own life fall
Through nights’ clammy fingers
In despair they rode over the dunes
“No point now in planting trees”
We built a shelter in the shade
Life continues on like a thread of fear and violence and mindless loathing.
\somewhere there. Here. Love is a transcendent moment nothing more.
After the end/we danced/in feral circles/ screaming out into the night/ purposeless rage and rags/men die every day and live like raccoons/ stealing bread at night/women are slaves/what is left? Fire. Brilliant and beautiful Fire. Water desperate water. Life is overwhelming in it’s courage/ even here in the desert/where every one is a savage/ I forgot the best part the narrowing circles in the sky/all is lost/they give us nothing our ancestors/they stole our future/bastards/