To help celebrate the inception of the Missing Zero Apocalypse Corner, I have selected the following poem by shrinksarentcheap to be the inaugural entry into said hallowed corner:
(NB. Inclusion is open to all. So please send any of your apocalyptic prose, poems, photos or other paraphernalia directly to the Missing Zero blog!)
apocalypse of self by shrinksarentcheap
MY kingdom is in ruins,
who tore all my flocks to shreds?
Who murdered all those weary peasants
slack inside their freezing beds?
And who set fire to all the towers?
Who has butchered all the herds?
Who has summoned every demon
on the earth to speak its words
over my sullen population,
and my aggravated throne?
Who has acted on an impulse
to abandon and disown
the favored tenants of my city,
and the newborns of my cattle?
Who has hurled out canon balls
in haste, destroying us in battle?
Who has sent their soldiers up
the ladders down into our homes?
And who is slamming down her scepter,
shrieking, mouth all striped with foam?
And…Jesus Christ, is that a mirror?
Am I centered in that frame?
Is that white film over my eyes?
And are they really so aflame?
My hands are grasping feathered books,
all lined with vast torrential curses,
and my mouth is sputtering
the words to all their vile verses.
All the angels who visited Job
were nothing next to me!
My light is brighter than their suns,
and sings more awful than their seas,
and I am ravaging myself,
and knifing my skin off in strips,
and drinking poison to the numbers
peeling from my severed lips,
and breaking stones over my feet,
ripping my fingers from my hands,
so that my body can lie still beside
my felled and gutted lands.