The Week So Far
It has been a rough week.
Monday was dog-eared and dozing.
The world ended on Tuesday -
so not a great start.
Wednesday, not surprisingly,
did not know how to break the news.
The planet carried on being essentially global
with millions of people
unaware that they were not there.
The moon being hollow
could only contain so many ghosts,
there were many afterlife tragedies,
rumors of leaky dread locks,
of nose rings blowing mournful bugles.
Everywhere there were catastrophic failures
of restroom facilities.
Thursday dawned too early.
Back on dead mother earth,
those still able to crawl to work
did so
only to discover the office
was now a black hole
in a high rise tower of emptiness.
Friday began better.
Millions were assured
that the world had returned
and was sorry for all the fuss.
All now was as it should be.
The faithful gathered
to rejoice
but then the sky collapsed
like a wet fish,
it flopped around for hours
before we understood.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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