The sun is dark again,
a dull hole in a burning sky.
The world is an old black lung,
choking and drowning in itself.
One long gasp and it is over.

I take her hand and dance,
waltz right into the breach,
earth torn asunder,
open chasm swaying,
as if a jaw dislocated.
She said it was the rapture.

The masses drew blood.
A school of piranhas.
A cannibal's carnival.
Are you the hero?
Take your gun out of my mouth,
it's ruining my appetite.

(It's dripping from my chin.)