Poem, "Apocalypse"

10        Dust blowing over the empty cities

10        Hard as stone the forest of withered trees

10        Mountains of chalk crumbling, the rocks slide free

12        A yellow sky with twisting clouds of poison, sick

12        Clouds that shimmer with the colors of an oil slick

4          The oceans grey

4          The soil ash

7          The breath of life has left them

6          The sun’s color changes

5          The star grows, explodes

5          A world is consumed