the end is far
fetched and fletched
with the iridescent darkness
of starling feathers
an aftermath of statistics
warring stories and desecrated graves
this year in Gaza
or next year in Jerusalem
the end is far
from everything we think
when we wish
upon a starvation
drop two bunker-buster
bombs before bed
side-effects may include
nausea guilt mass carnage
the end is foreign
to the 24-hour news cycle
spinning new gossamer clothes
from faith alone