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.