by Johanna May
I keep seeing: "these are the signs of the times."
Everywhere, they say this.
There are no manuals for the apocalypse.
How many of these signs
are we suppose to read?
It’s like the Starbucks of tragedies,
choose the flavour of your doom.
When I was a young catholic,
I asked my mother: how do we know it’s the end times?
Mama practical as always said:
I guess you will see it outside.
Things falling from the sky, rain of blood,
woman riding a monster.
It’s unmistakable when you see it,
outside is where it’s at.
What if we just closed the windows?
Posted on 10/05/2021
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