THE DAY OF DESTRUCTION
The day of destruction dawns like any day
-birds at the feeder, crumbs upon the table-
"We're almost of toaster bread"she says.
They hear no murmur of subterranean stresses
to cause new rifts to gape, to split wide open
when earth's crust slips or an inadvertent word
releases tsunamis of ocean or tears
The day of destruction dawns like any day.
Perhaps the undetected clot may migrate.
"I'll buy another loaf on my way home."
And who knows? Maybe tis is not the day
the world will end. It still might be a day
like any other day.