vanishing point

Vanishing Point

Off came
the face
masks &
out came
the stilettos.


The obese
king retracted
his pardons.


Up went
the gallows
down came
the guillotine.


Blood in
the gutters,
dead birds
in the
steeple.


Naysayers &
soothsayers
raised the
battle cry.


The pace
picked up,
a faint
trace of
prophecy.


Children grew
horns &
goat’s feet.


Music was
the next
to go,
then high
math &
the rainbow.


It wasn’t
what they’d
expected.


The Beast
roared.


There are
no words
to tally
up the
misgivings.


No way
to light the
dark ocean.


All this
just before
everything vanished.

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