The Museum Of Us Poem by Taylor Gibbs

In the midnight of our days
I watched the world drift away,
it swirled, bloody, down the drain
then flowed back up through the taps again.
Your hand, I held, shook and swayed, with the unreality
of our world gone astray. Pastoral dreams of yesterday
faded, in the midnight, of our days.
And, at last that twilit hour, cemented us below
meteor showers, that rained upon our darkened faces,
and crashed to Earth in cratered spaces, that put a dent in time
and rock, crushed our bones to dust and struck
the moon out of its orbit. Tidal waves came crashing down,
the world ajar, and us encased in brine,
so future souls can gawk and stare
in a museum of despair,
that showcased us and our prayers
in the midnight of our days