I’m not so impressed with this apocalypse.
This bloody disarray of bodies is… unconvincing
a little overdone a little heavy on the
— where did that blood come from exactly? —
the mechanism of injury isn’t clear particularly given the big picture.
(What was the big picture? Blast? Tremblor? Laser strafing runs or just a single big
By this I mean, the buildings are just gone, bare dirt and rocks except for the spot where We Woke Up or
Our Story Began,
In the distance futuristic spires rise out of place,
supporting a theory of something like aliens and lasers
then why is this balcony littered with bodies and one
slid a long distance, streaking blood?
If I walk long enough through this wasteland
the landscape forgets itself and I come across an elephant making her way
trunk cheerfully lifted,
along a path.
Consider the fact of a path, a worn path through brand new desolation.
Consider it, for a second.
Or consider a hallway leading off a ruined hockey rink
with a bare powder blue floor where the ice once was,
and when did the air have time to take on
a musty moldy quality if the tidal wave
just happened? —
and cheerful vendors down that hall sell everything from
paper lanterns to
gulab jamun to
If I want a better view, to try and reconcile the inconsistencies,
or find survivors
then I push off hard from the ground.
And it’s effort, but I can feel resistance
like the kind you get when you put the backs of two magnets together
like that under my arms and as with a magnet all I need to do is just keep that stable
and maintain forward momentum using that to get high up over the disconcertingly unexplained ruin of a city
in bare dirt surrounds;
chagrined to enjoy the realization that I can finally fly,
possibly at the cost of millions of lives
to better survey a disaster
I’m not sure I buy anymore.