Little Armageddons Poem by alexandre arnau

at the end of things
we might be privy to seeing
g*d calling his lightbearer home
shiva embracing
the djinn of the four corners
and maybe
mary
suckling buddha
on her blessed ageless tit

we could watch
as hands of generations
reached into the light
like fiery beasts
grasping for the gossamer
dreams that connect us
and bear witness to the roots
that bind us as kin
swallow us wholly
and in delirious glee

tonight
i would settle for the sight
of sweat pooled and mercurial
under the moon
in the small
of your back