The memory of all the world ending
Almost four years ago even today
Fills you with the dread of going shopping
And little else maybe a visit to
A psychiatrist or peddler of drugs
To make you try to imagine the planes
Overhead were not transporting people
Into the past to erase history
Aliens grinning on a movie screen
While you ride harnessed in an ambulance
To detox alone in an ICU
And wake up no longer schizophrenic
Or terrified people were being harmed
The world was kindling ready to be burned
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Joshua Keiter 