Not Much Of An Ending

The end of days

is the ash covering

the psyche of those

who look up at the sky

waiting for it to fall.

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Growing up cold war

taught me to sit

in the hall with

my head between my knees

while I watched my friends

shut the door on the fallout shelter.

I didn’t do that this time.

I grabbed a lawn chair,

a video camera, and a six pack

to watch all hell break loose.

Wasn’t much to it.

It was more like a wet

fourth of July when

only half the fireworks

were able to reach the sky.

Those aliens who came

looking for specimens

of human higher intelligence

didn’t care much for those

survivalist Bubba Joe’s.

They packed up their

saucers without a goodbye

and burnt the ground

getting the hell back

to whatever galaxy

they dropped out of.

Once the sky cleared

all I could hear was

the neighbor complaining

about how he would have

to eat peas for the next

three years.

So much for Mayan predictions,

guess I am going to have

to get my driver’s license renewed.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Written for Real Toad's Out Of Standard With Izy