Apocalypse by Alfred de Zayas‏

Nocturnal darkness overcomes receding Earth,
enveloping the silent hemisphere in black.
The velvet air of night a perfumed mist brings back,
while starry skies glow softly on renewing birth.


The warming sun has sunk beneath the West at sea
But what if break of day repeat itself no more?
What if that pristine fount of light ne’er reach the shore
of day to brighten our universality?

What if that vast black blanket change into a pall,
a still and suffocating garment, drowning out
forever and anon the world’s exultant shout
of joy for its mere drawing breath at all?

In global warming and pollution we eclipse,
in lies and wars to nuclear apocalypse.

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