Here Comes The Sun

by ewoklee

We stared at the bright yellow ball of light
Graciously falling from a slender fracture
Falling, falling, falling leisurely,
Like a comet in the park,
Plummeting
Between dark clouds and lightning and booming claps of silver,
Surrounded by tiny cyclones of scorching flame and catastrophe,
Hurling pools of magma toward our blushing cheeks,
Oh—it is the angry Inferno!
It is the End.

The tempest made our hairs stand and our skins perspire ice,
Made your nostrils flare,
Made my skin eat itself raw,
Made us scrape and hurt our knees—black and blue.
And yet as we stretched out our arms,
Submitting ourselves to Agony’s glare,
Both of us yelled against our throats’ liking:
“This? This is the rapture?”
Followed by a loud clap of thunder,
And yes, we fell like dying birds in the moonlight.

It crashed,
Crashed, crashed, crashed,
Like a time-lapsed sunflower blooming with brilliant petals of Yellow.
Everywhere, it was Yellow,
Eyes, lips, scalded tongue, necks, arms, hands, nails, feet, teeth.
Yellow, grinning devilishly before our eyes,
Yellow, cracking our lies–breaking your feeble disguise,
Killing the innocent sheep and sparing the weak.
Oh—it is the Great Yellow!
It is the End of Mankind.

– n.t