Suddenly there'll be silence.
It'll be inexplicable and eerie.
As though armegeddon
is but a hair's breath away.
It'll happen when the creativity
of centuries is washed away by
a tsunami of mediocrity, and
replaced by a Muck Everything
on a sesame seed bun.
These Armageddon poems give me the creeps, Jerry! You certainly don't pull your punches in this enigmatic, powerful read. love, Allie xxxx
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I would like to translate this poem
wow, awefully intimidating. lovely imagery of the mud and stuff