In the event of an imminent thermonuclear war, all we can do is watch,
We wait for the sun to rise in the East – Putin, putting on the ritz, while the West opens their vintage wardrobe & rummages through threadbare tassles, choking on clouds of faux fur.
We, watch & wait
witnessing White Helmets filming fake news, staging fake attacks, doing God’s dirty work not dissimilar to Custer’s last stand.
Still, we watch
while royalty fight over the spoils; children picking bones apart, the rise of Zion (Judas) & the damnation of Mother Mary
respectfully, although they both feed off one another like zombies in a blood bath.
Watching & waiting,
for the irony of it all to become clear. The penultimate finale – being surrounded by the proverbial white light.
The last sun ever to set in the West, leaving everything we knew behind.
A spectacular sunset, followed closely by a long, dark, cold, post apocalyptic nightmare.
I for one, watch
scanning the horizon willing it to rain,
for a new dawn.
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