I shuffle through the autumn world
with uneven gait on ruined knee,
acorns falling, nearly hurled
by acrobatic squirrels at me.

Almost as if I welcome pain
returning here to hunt each fall
yet suffering is worth the gain
although the margin's growing small.

You see, I say that I come here
each year when cool winds stain the leaves
to hunt elusive whitetail deer.
But my prey is really memories.

I was minding my own business
happily driving along
joining with the radio
in a Slim Whitman song

when clear out of the blue
a white light appeared
and before I knew just what was what
everything went really weird

I found myself staring at our blue-green globe
through a large semicircular window
and surrounding me were very strange creatures
strumming guitars (I wish I'd took a photo)

satire clone
I hear sighs
ringing
down the wires
dripping like raindrops
the pearls of
words
in a world

APOCALYPSE

And when the wars were done
the soldiers left
to almost none
came marching home
to find no one.
for a madness had taken
soul and mind
of those left behind

across the skies
stained crimson red
churning black
Angels wings ripped and torn
filed two by two
out of Heaven's Gate
the dead by their side
singing ¬in excelsis deo
God was back….
.
Laughter of a nature divine
shook the universe
and fear owned the hearts
of Mankind
again