End-time: A poem

The earth is quaking

The trees are shaking

The leaves are falling with a sigh

like little pieces of the sky

The world is ending

The clock is winding

Before we turn to pillars of salt

Sodom is burning to a halt

That war reminds us of all things gory

And peace is devoid of any of its glory

The things we did and that we didn’t

are all being revisited in a moment

The trees are shaking as destiny heaves

Time is coming undone all at once, like the leaves