Apocalypse

Trifles, trifles, trifles.

Unpleasantries of daily life.

Jury duty, frightening relatives, interviews.

Nerves nerves nerves,

Anxiety and dismay.

All emotions which prove useless.

For on this day when death looms so close.

These are not the things that we think of.

As the ocean and the land become one thing.

As the Earth is enveloped.

In a fiery blaze.

We can only stand on a beach.

Wind in our hair.

See the thing, whatever it may be, careening toward us.

Looking at us saying, "move puny earthling."

And look back ourselves and say, "Do your worst. I had to go to the DMV on Monday anyway."

Perhaps these are the things that we think of.