Gallagher’s Revenge

there are omens
mu­tants, mis­fits, hal­lu­ci­na­tions
caused by
de­bauched so­mat­ic con­jur­ings
(yes, al­ways a chem­i­cal to make it bet­ter)

then the earth rebels
fire, brim­stone, ash, and grease
a pan­gaeaic binge and purge
of frus­tra­tion and pol­lut­ed
skies scarred by pur­ple light­ning
bloat­ed by neb­u­lous clouds
(it is on­ly el ni?o)

flo­ra and fau­na im­plode
rab­bits eat their young
vul­tures at­tack the li­on and win
grain trans­mutes to poi­son and
blades of grass sev­er sky­scrap­ers
when dogs start me­ow­ing
hu­man­i­ty fi­nal­ly takes no­tice

too late

the last sound would re­mind us of
a mel­on hit with a sledge­ham­mer

if any­one were around to hear it.

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