Countdown to zero hour
Earth crushing steel devours
from bread baskets to stealing flour
states Rays up to stake their power
jockying Plaice to Skate or Flounder
left us Flat Fishin’ in problems past fixin
...I recall how things used to be
before lights buzzin, it was proof of bees
before night hunting, there was lucid dreams
before high sunscreen, I consumed the heat
but now after the last attack...
I have to don masks to inhale the air
the ground is rock ash, pavement stale and bare
soil blisters with boils if I been exposed
uncoil the tinfoil just to hit the road
The sun broils skin quicker than a snake can shed
radioactive, radio agent, radio station, radios dead
between the rate at which the infection spread
or the states solution to escape ahead
and the great pollution that infiltrates breath
Sets stays of execution in painted lead
canvas that easel in handprints of people
dead, decayed and engulfed in damages left
except....me and this blasted cat
facts, in a landscape of grey reaching heights
skyscraping God's feet, I begin to rise
trying to find…air, so clean I can breathe
but this cat mocks me, staying to my side
My own Siamese, she’s one step behind
in my tracks and when I am set to climb…
She arches her back and attacks
clawing to scratch, calling me back
She opens me up, hissing and ripping
purring and hurting, exposing my blood
to the unclean, I feel the contagion
penetrating the sunscreen, oh fuck me!
I bravely reach for the next highest beam
My eyelids beat me down, flex violently
She meows, I act vexed decidedly
to drown her sound out to an island breeze
countdown zero hour, and finally free
sitting by myself on the highest beam
inhaling cigarettes trying to breathe
dying of cat scratch fever from the ether
my heartbeats for her, my siamese