Apocalypse

I see the oven lit from the center of the earth The heat forcing apart the egg's brittle shell And into the liquid sea of wrath, like mad birds Diving for the fish by gravity's default, the crust In scraps dissolved as things fall apart. Another scene The towers falling amidst the dismal grey. Babel is more than confusion, much, much more The citadels of the human heart that roar and roar Where the wind thresh in them, the howling winds Of our eternal emptiness. After the towers were gone I remember clog after clog of protoplasmic ash Moving frantically like bubbles when flood waters churn And there was no distinction with humanity again, For class and creed was dissolved in pandemonium and fear And we were barely specters in the livid air. Worse, worse, the final coming of the curse The beast out of the waters bowels making travail Then the silence, the dark barren chaos of silence Water upon water and land and mountains gone And the water like the great football of the cosmos Shuddering like another Leda for deity's coming And the fire muted, blind, crippled, annihilated And the morning stars singing sweetly that new song.