apocalypse
Natalia Doan
When we live under a coat of gray
drops of smog smash on our skin
the people cry
they want to die
but not repent for the sin
of the world
and the things they have done
droughted the oceans
burnt up the sun
uprooted the trees
and left them to die
let the birds free
suffocate in the sky
clip off the wings
sell for a dime
and then reminisce
of all the good times.