On the last day
a homeless man
offered a woman with a briefcase
a lecture on living
                                & she listened
& the man with a daisy applique on his t-shirt
rested his leaf blower on a lawn
                                                                look up

no one is ready to call it a day
they are waiting for the end of ends
the prepper plans for it, betting against his own odds
plastic cups, gasoline, Spam
a wind-up radio at the end of the world
easier to go nowhere fast than
use a map

hell will be high water
all of the talk of souls is
million-year-old fish shit  
and polypropylene microparticles
blended on a single ocean floor
confusing biologists
in ca. 2800
not even a fossil to give
what happened here
a shape
Image credit:Paco S

Maria Mazzenga writes poetry and fiction from her home in Arlington, Virginia.  She's collaborated on four books of art, poetry, and fiction with visual artist Roger Doyle. Most recently, she's had poetry published in The Amethyst Review, The Bitchin' Kitsch, and Eyedrum Periodically, and fiction published in Chronos.