Alexa Laing-Moore
apocolypse
apocolypse
twenty twelve.
in the end,
even the Heavens
could not contain their grief
and mankind looked on
the face of ever man, woman and child
painted with disbelief
as the angels
threw themselves from
on high, to plummet
like stars torn from the sky
Noah’s nuclear flood
swallowed up East,
West, South and North
whilst the denizens
of Hell and Atlantis
crawled forth
from the stinking pits
of man made mistake
Mother Gaia turned
inwards, to be consoled
only by Sun and Moon
for her enduring heart ache