Thoughts of the end of the world arrived early today. These apocalyptic thoughts made me hungry for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a Czeslaw Milosz’ poem I read many years ago when I was in my 20’s. The poem is called A Song On The Day The World Ends. Without an ounce of shame,I wrote a pseudo version of that poem, um, well, it's more like a shopping list for doomsday.
Oh, and Mr. Milosz, please forgive me........
On the day the world ends…...
A man rides a bicycle to work.
A cat sleeps and dreams of a big juicy moth.
An apple rots on the ground.
On the day the world ends….
A seahorse gives birth.
A 17 year-old boy shoots up heroin.
A mother washes a spoon.
On the day the world ends...
White seagulls fly to Anacapa Island.
Chavela Vargas sings yo quiero luz de luna
A first grader learns to read the word, mat.
On the day the world ends......
I wear blue jeans and an old red sweater.
I don't remember Nietzche.
I don't remember God,
The periodic table,
Or Daniel Marrodan, the Argentian boy who broke my heart at 15.
Soy una taza, ¡un cucharón!
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