world's end

sounds like the name of a cheesy theme park, y'all come for the apocalypse, but it's the real thing, queen bees come out of their hives and stop barking orders, crickets cease rubbing legs together like frenzied violinists making their songs of love, dogs stop barking, cats cease to purr, playing children quit squealing, bedroom cries and sighs are heard no more, machinery stops humming, the voice of the turtle is gone from the land, and there is silence

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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