how could mankind have ever known
that the end of the damned world
would be so beautiful

in every nation across the globe the
streets were alive with dancing
men and women

by day everybody fucked and drank
and climbed mountains
but not by night.

at night the sky became an abstract painting
of dazzling unutterable beauty
etched upon a dark canvas

death had chosen to wear a gorgeous
mask when it arrived in the sky:
lovely and...