Darling, Darling, Darling…

Darling, Darling, Darling, I Can’t Wait for the World to End

By Jax Soon-Legaspi

as we approach the era of Revelations

high rises crumble and dissolve like pillars of salt

many-eyed angels—remnants of the surveillance state—tread on rusty nails

(glory be to the warmongers who art in heaven)

sick of death, sick of plague

sick of our obsession with the OldNew World

defiantly we mourn and heal and forget

we will find a new Silk Road through the Silicon desert

and a beaten car to send down its asphalt

with empty cans tied to the back, rattling like wedding bells

and the poor souls will feel salvation from the engine’s gospel groan

it was not always this

not forever lasting or heaven-sent

You and I sing the chorus

of a world awaiting its end