Apocawho?

Man
often thinks of
the end.

Where everything is
dead or
dying or
drowned
in an endless sea
of ash,
of yesterday.

He prepares
everyday
for this
demise.

Forgetting about how
blessed
he is
to be alive
and how
everything is
perfect and
divine.

Immaculate.

His only vision
is
the great
death.

Such horror
ruins
his life,
his family's,
his dog's.

However, these
preparations
are
short lived.

The end never comes.

He will
once again
remember
how sweet it is
to be alive
in the here
and now.

Forgetting about
anything
to do with
the apocalypse.

Just simply enjoying
a cup of tea
on a nice spring day.

That's when
God
arrives.

On a golden pig
with wings that
block out
the sun.

Hooves will
dive down
and knock over
his cup
and spill hot tea
all over
his lap.

The end
he gave up on
soiling
his pants.