Unprepared

He hated that tidings of war crashed the night owl’s party with grim news of certain death

But even the most inebriated deserved to know about the ensuing slaughter

They half listened and decided nothing could be done til’ morning

And the party swayed on beneath the trees, the stars disinterested

When the sun’s rays trumpeted a new dawn, the same reality awoke

The festivities, ill timed in hindsight, had left their mark on minds

And the stench of the end of time, weighed heavily on shapeless bosoms

Context is king and a moment is defined by passing thoughts of blood

Unprepared is a good way to die, then there is an excuse

I am not sure what that means for the afterlife and a sobering God

Waking to the screams of the children and the barking of the dogs

Letting the wave roll over a pre apocalyptic hangover seemed like a fitting end

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's much better to be unprepared...but when we know it's coming, it is much worse...and once God is sober he will wonder why the apocalypse happened...did he mean for what is going on the world today to happen?
hard to imagine.
a very thoughtful write here.
j.

[Crowley]

thanks Jacob!! I think we have a tendency to push the inevitable to the back of our brain, if we pretend it won't happen then our surprise is justifiable.

[CLR9]

he read the poem quickly, going through the motions of a solid review
the lights crashed down around him as his anger ensued

why god

why god

he asked

about the aliens and mutants that asked to be jerked off

[Crowley]

You hit it on the head!!!! Lol...I like it.