The End is Nigh
God and Satan
weep.
Here inside my
chest,
the cavity of
heart,
they form an
argument I can’t refute.
They are tired
of throwing dice
for the
covenant of soul,
then they
coveted these pieces,
now they look
to other things.
I catch
unstable in a net,
these deities
all turn their heads.
The game seems
finished,
a new one grows
indifferent,
they toss the board,
Monopoly money
flies,
the little dog,
the top hat,
the race car
disappear.
They’re going
home,
the curtain of
the universe is torn.
Satan and all
other gods abscond,
they will take
no one with them.
Humankind is
not,
equality has
made us 49 and 49,
2% is much too
much to gamble on,
the gods have
left us to ourselves
and we didn’t
even know it.
