Apocalypse
On the very last day
At the very last hour
Before the asteroid
Or the nuclear bomb
Or the Trump regime
Hits the earth.
I want to remember
The myriad faces
Multifaceted beauty
Of what this planet once was
And will no longer be.
All of these moments
Like scintillating fragments
Of mirrors or dust
The eye-lens of a fly
Or a scarab beetle.
They will pass
In front of my eyes.
Before total
Annihilation comes
And we are all
As dust to dust
And cosmic dust
Once more.
