Annihilation

Imagine Complete Annihilation

Imagine it

First drain the colour from the world

Pour metaphorical bleach on the landscape

The lively green of the foliage

Is now a lethargic grey

The placid blue of the sky an angry black

Each cloud remains unpainted

Next expend the energy

***** its skin with this hypothetical needle

And induce a coma

Watch monochrome bees roll over in bed, unwilling to go to work

Vultures lying down with their dinner; corpse pillows

Sloth is the new God

Then purge the life

Draw your figurative razor across its jugular

Don’t worry, it’s humane: the victim’s already sleeping

And when yours is the only soul still tied down

Burn the pile of non-rotting flesh

(even the saprophytes are gone; death doesn’t revile anymore),

Gnash your teeth and throw yourself atop it

You’re almost done, now expunge your senses

Deaden the sound: halt the airflow through this graveyard

But remember that there is no silence

Dampen the light: pinprick each pixel till it pops

But remember that there is no dark

Cry “Begone!” to the wind and feel no more

But remember that there is no numbness

Cut out your tongue and relax

But remember that there are no memories

Finally call last orders on Time

Find each clock, smash it, don’t worry about the glass

There is no pain anymore

There is finally nothing

Imagine

Now accomplish this horrendous task

In the space & time-frame of a single breath

Learn

That what you godless fools call death

We of faith, however little, call hell

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