Apocalyptically Yours

As if at a secret signal, the streets filled with dancing grannies. The future seemed tragic to me regardless. Squat men with brutal faces lurked in doorways, under lampposts, behind trees. This was before Magritte introduced the notion that charm and menace combined can reinforce each other. I had arrived on a ship built in the same shipyard as the Titanic. Fifteen billion trees a year were being felled to make toilet paper. Then three members of my own family got cancer. So far as I can remember, the piano was already burning on the white sand beach when I sat down to play.

Howie Good is the author of Failed Haiku, a poetry collection that is the co-winner of the 2021 Grey Book Press Chapbook Contest, scheduled for publication in summer 2022.

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