skonen_blades

And this is the way the world ends
Not with a squawk but a clatter

Born with a uranium spoon in my mouth
Tongue more fool’s gold than silver
I radiate confidence
In half-living words
From a reactor I can’t shut down

And this is the way the world ends
Not with a honk but a sizzle

“Yes, but what of the turquoise herring?” he asked
“The dreaded black herring?”
I tell him
You’ve always been the plaid sheep of the family
And the fish near the tailing pond
Have always been that color

And this is the way the world ends
Not with a squeak but a ding dong

As sure as that holster is holding a method actor
As sure as monsters are often more famous than their victims
As sure as leaders are sometimes caught green-handed and red with envy
As sure as honesty is becoming just a shade of paint
And the ones in charge have started charging

This is the way the world ends
Not with a boom but a sploosh

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