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Dark Days

I’d like to see the Antichrist, be in
the room as he is born, and watch to see
where he goes wrong, but die before he ends
it all, dignified, a natural cause.
I’d ask if he could hold it off until
I turn seventy-five so I can view,
while I’m still here, the comet, too, if it’s
on time to signal that the end is near.
And after he has let me die, I’ll float
along in slow descent as corpses with
their sounding lines mark twain at points of safe
return back to the world I’d left to burn.