Wednesday, November 17, 2021

The End of History

He could not fold the children's laundry tonight.
He needed to see what earthquakes were fake
And correlate those operations with 
Missing children, perhaps they were rescued,
Or maybe the hybrid ones who can't survive
In the sun, maybe there's medical ships
He can contribute time and money to.

Mopping the dust from under the sneezing 
Child's bed, at any rate, would have to wait.
This wormhole is too urgent. Silly man,
His wife laughed, he's fighting a war that is
Already over. The Goddess has won.
The children are free. Now he can clean the john.