In 2009, The american disaster film "2012" was released.
Preparing for "The End of The World" was easy.
A piece of cardboard at a Red Light.
"2012 The End Is Nigh, What's a dollar?"
We might as well have smiled, given a friendly wave,
honked our horns like we were passing the Freeport Flag Ladies.
In 2012, I was in high school with my first job.
I didn't care that In the twinkling of an eye,
we were gonna hear God's last trumpet.
On Rapture-Eve, I set out "Milk N' Cookies" for the "Left-behind"
I left next mornings outfit on the side of the road as if Angels abducted me butt-ass naked mid-stride
Turns out, the red light never turned green.
The "left-behind" kept breeding
and Hell on earth just kept recruiting
Now it's 2020,
The Freeport Flag Ladies are in Quarantine,
the signs have needles in our eyelids like mechanical spiders,
You can't even turn the news off now,
I pick it up at CVS Like a Controlled substance prescription.
They make you call in once a month to get it refilled.
Some how my amazing wife Amy and I
Not only survived the rapture,
we brought a brand new life into it.
For 10 days we were locked in a hospital
We never looked at the news.
The world melted away as we danced together
Waiting to meet our little miracle.
After Amy was whisked away for intensive surgery
and survived the most unspeakably amazing thing in the world
a nurse eventually grabbed me and asked if I wanted to meet my daughter,
I was guided to a baby table
with knobs, meters, heat lamps,
and on a tiny cushion
in a tiny plastic crib,
My daughter.
Sophia Naomi Mae Coulombe.
wide eyed
staring into my pupils
wiggling
perfect
Now we are home.
No nurses, no IV.
Somehow it feels like the end of the world and all it's chaos
was the best thing that has ever happened to us.
Everything happened exactly when it needed too.
We couldn't have had better timing
if God planned it.