DEMISE

DEMISE

the sky
looked tie-dyed

but otherwise
communicating with us
as if
fulminating
from a pulpit

lashing us for
our climate sins
with downpour
after downpour

as for
     books and other
things of presumed value
getting washed away

what
     good are they, what
role can
they play

in
such an era?

this
end of days
deluge
drenching my books
turning them to mush

laughing at our faith
in the protection
of roofs, walls
and ceilings

what good is communication
when moving
in one direction
so
flagrantly
one-sided

closing  our
account finally
          balancing all
in the
debt column with
ruthless denise