Poke The Sun In The Eye

Photo by Luiza Braun on Unsplash

Three days plus one
and then — times, time,
and half a time —
three-years-six-months
to the day she disappeared,
the sky explodes.

Poke the sun in the eye,
prepare to burn
or freeze or both.

Ash rained for days,
the sun was gone:
translucent haze
was our new home.

There was no beast
in the sea nor was
the beast on the shore
the earth, itself,
became the beast
and the sea was no more.

Poem # 4 from my unpublished collection What Was Lost In The Dark (tales from the apocalypse) a poetic narrative. Not every poem in the collection will be posted in Medium. © Darryl Willis 2020