Ode To The End Of the Earth

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I saw him often
walking
up and down
the by-ways,
up and down
the main street
of Anytown,
his placard declaring
that the end of the world was nigh.
As a child, I pondered his meaning.
As an adult, I thought I understood
for a while.
Now I’ve become unsure.
Maybe it will end for humans,
as it did for the dinosaurs,
exit for the most dominant
and the rest left behind,
or maybe everything else
will go with us.
But perhaps it was the same
with the dinosaurs,
everything going
but without our knowing
then
time to begin again
perhaps.
If only we knew
when the game was over.
If only we knew
if the game is over.
And when the end does come,
will we go up
or down,
to heaven or hell.
And will heaven be completely heavenly
and hell irredeemably hellish?
So many questions
without answers.
But I think there is a joker in the pack.
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Lynn White
Lynn White lives in North Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice, events, places, and people she has known or imagined. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award.
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