the new world order: the earth and stars take what they need to survive- you do not matter

There is no

blue skinned squirting goddess Cunt

to bless me

anointed and invited

into yesterday’s cave

no

uncut, canker sore prophet Cock

offering a semen baptism

or knee bound mass

to feed my soul or my body

no

sexless impotent god-on-a-stick

dribbling Dionysian thigh cut Uterine father-blood

on tomorrows Tambourine

from here to eternity

or even the next roadside Rest Stop toilette

with nothing left

of myth or song

or Hollywood dance musicals

depicting capitalists and communists

fed to tomorrow’s cannibalistic dying sky

as earth’s bowels erupt

offering themselves to ocean and land

as the north pole shrinks towards the equator

and the north star fades to uselessness

and purple mountains majesty become beach sand-

the home of surviving crabs and worms

this will not be recorded by human hands

in any format

or radio wave

or half sentient AI

perhaps the events will be caught up in light traveling nowhere in particular

but surely everywhere at once

perhaps it will be capture by an emerging civilization

but they will not know what to do

anymore than we did

and even if some telescope

somewhere

records this the events will not be altered

only endless cycles of repetition of failure

depending on where you watch it from

our gods have a morose and cruel sense of humor

and we have honored by copying them

from the cave to the valley

to the moon and beyond

but no further as religious don’t discuss it

and we’ve never been good at anticipating the future