The End of Now

perhaps it is the end of now
as wind cuts with each gust
letting blood congeal benath
blue moons and derecho
storms in the asian woes &

birthpains of earth quaking
from drone strikes &
genocide on african lands
have we forgotten put mitzrayim &
kush were too Noah's offspring
that canaan's curse was just
for a generation while gehazi's
was perpetually leper clad
spotted like vitiligic flesh &
albino phenotypical self hatred
caucus asians reflect on
europa's abduction &
boast of romulus's murder
of his brother remus
brutus like with caesarian
incisions perfectly assassinating
truth so that all that remains
is american dreams and
haunted demonic houses
abandoned by the souls
who once inhabited the
so-called free land where
bravery was hid behind sheets
terrorizing the children lost &
scattered to the four winds
as if prophetically foretold
yet unfilled redemption
is the approaching morn &
if you look to the horizon
you can see the sun rising
in the east