Apocalypse Poem by Nathan Vigil

I woke up this morn’n
With this feeling inside my head that I can’t explain
Like a weight that I have carried
Been carried away....
Finally content with a past I regret
Each one is different but they’re always the same;
I’ve lived in this place and I know all the faces
They mean no harm but it’s time I face it.....
I looked in the mirror this morning
My jackal face
All them faces call me
Anubis, the soldier of Death......
There is an ankh on my chest
Horus guarding my soul
I know my duty well.....
My jacket hides me in
The storms of sand;
This city north of Ogden
Resembles Rome in her ruins......
I looked in the mirror this morning
I resemble Anubis
My head black as death....
I sold what I could; packed what I couldn’t
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road .....
Those roads we drive; don’t have any more
Trees to leaned us there slender air;
Now all I see sand dunes on this way...
My boots black as the soot of Hell
My pants black as the night sky
My shirt black as the smoke of coal
On top of my desert jacket
My trench coat black as the dark side of the moon...
All I know now is we made our own fall
This is our fate we made it by
Our own hands working this land
We fell like Rome
Now there is no more cities....
My boots walk these black tops
Wonderin’ how we holocausted
Our homes and lives...
I walk past the graveyards
Many a young man died
Trying to save their families
From this fate...
I’ve dealt with my ghosts and faced all my demons;
I’ve been burdened with blame
Trapped in this past for to long....
I’ll find my way out of his longest drought
There is a storm-a-breakin’
Keep on running towards the light...
I looked in the mirror this night
My jackal head
Eyes closed
My ears listening to the silence of Death....
This world I live in
Only sand and smoke is seen
We were our own Reapers Grim....
No need for guns
There is no nations
Only lands to those who sleep on them
This night....
My sword keen
As my ears and eyes
When I speak crows and ravens
Fly for warmer lands....
I woke up this morn’n’
With this feeling inside my head that I can’t explain
Like ghosts and demons
At my door...
On the hazard
We fought in them
New York city concrete fields:
Life changed that night...
I know something was coming
I don’t know what it is
I guess I was what was coming.