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