Here it is! At our well-worn feet
the third coming lies prostrate
because the second coming
wasn’t nearly enough
the third time’s the charm
surely, the third time will fix
planet earth. Or is it merely
that the second coming still lingers
in the vast desert that is our spent world
where imperial monuments crumble
from within, when each booming sound
in the sky is a premonition of every
commercial airliner falling out of the heavens
at once. Of our very brains being stolen
out of our heads while we sleep in bed.
Here it is! The end of the world, once again.