Apocalyptic poems, posted every m-f.

tarp and shovel

in kansas they stop building houses –
there’s no use feeding the tornadoes
they say.

all a man needs
in those future days
is a thick tarp and a sturdy shovel.

on the good nights
you sleep tight to the ground and wrapped –
rainproof, simple blanket.

and on the bad nights
you dig, you dig like a fox
or a convict,
sleep cradled in the dirt.

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