If We Ever Break Up Poem by Donal Mahoney

Thunder and lightning at first,
as I understand it,
and then the moon will split

in half and disappear
and the stars will go dark
and the sun will come up

and explode in the sky,
another Hiroshima.
Hurricanes and tornadoes

will savage the land.
Sickles and scythes
will harvest the people,

throw some in the air
shouting Alleluia,
toss others aside

shrieking and cursing.
Silence will boom
as the credits roll.

Bugs Bunny, the sage,
will have the last word:
'That's all, folks! '