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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