• One minute after apocalypse

    two million brightly colored plastic morsels
    floated in the grimy urban tarn
    pouring in lazy sheets from the razor-edged
    balustrades, collecting by the curbside at the end
    of the street in impressive superstore piles

    One minute after apocalypse

    I saw Innana lying there under the
    shaded portico having fallen asleep
    reading James Joyce's "Ulysses"
    and sipping a drink of her own devising
    with two insubstantial ice cubes to
    stave off the desultory sirocco

    One minute after apocalypse

    The sturdy elm that we planted in the
    yard not expecting it to survive
    two summers bent its branches toward
    the bright reflections in the rippling
    newborn watercourse and blanched
    to discover such a very subtle poison