Signs of the Apocalypse

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Last night, everyone on the planet
had a good night’s sleep.
This morning, everyone used their turn signals
and were gleefully allowed to merge.
No one used racial slurs,
sex was not warfare,
and warfare, finally,
was declared illegal.
The ridiculously rich
fed the poor, voluntarily,
and even fast-food chains
decided to pay a living wage.
Zeus and the Pope
sat down to tea.
And I opened up my hands
and let go.

(“Signs of the Apocalypse” was first published by Kind of a Hurricane Press, as an honorable mention in their Editors’ Choice Awards for 2015.)