Ticking
I hear the ticking of my mortality.
Like a moth ensnared in spider silk
I long for days of my mother's milk.
Accidents and recoveries
every day I witness
disastrous things
Bugs squashed under size nine shoes
Nike stamped on everything
a church and mass murder
Never heard of tornadoes
wiping out heaven
till I saw the news today.
blue skies fade.
I search for sunrays
blinded by better days
quoting the Bible
living in the end days
Did you hear it?
That ticking?
A gun hammer clicking
Handcuffs stiffening
A gavel cracking
A jail door clanking
A casket closed
enough is enough
God's got it rough.
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