The End Is Coming

It will come unannounced. The sentinel

guarding the door to humanity’s existence 

—absent without leave. Humanity’s end 

will come like a field mouse set upon by

an overly eager eagle. At that moment, 

mercy will have run its course. No woman 

will have an opportunity to scream, nor

an infant the comfort of parental arms;

 

neither any man cognitive recognition—the end 

has come. Wherefore, the parish priest will not 

be given to ringing church bells. Early warning 

sirens will not sound their clarion call. Prophets

will not receive advance warning. Predilections 

of Mayans will have been scoffed at. Secular

prophecies—fallacies. So then, I tell you now;

even though you will not recall—

 

I told you so.