The End. Poem by Veronica Lane

An End;
A Fear.
The End;
The Fear.

Chaotic,
Unpleasant,
Apocalyptic,
End.

We wait dutifully for the End.
Waiting impatiently,
Unmannerly.

Spending all of our precious time
Thinking of how,
When,
Where,
We will End.

A man died of walking down the street.
A woman died because she drank greedily.
A child died of looking through a window.
A baby died because it slept soundly.

Everything harms.
Everything is unjust.
Everything harms.
The End is everywhere.
In everything.

None shall live without the Fear.
None shall live without-
The End.

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(10: 37PM 12.6.13)