Armageddon

There’s a flower
Growing
In the sand

As a black and white
Couple
Hold hand in hand

A couple kiss
Beneath
A tree

As birds fly off, a
Symbol
To thee

A peace pact bobs
In
A seaward bottle

Picked up by a poet in
A
Blank-brain throttle.

The sky opens its mouth
In
A giant yawn

And sucks in the good, the
Meek,
The young.

Armageddon

Raechel deMink

Joined January 2008

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