Beware the sexiness of doomsday

a poem

Photo by Reno Laithienne on Unsplash

kill your urgency, immediately
your desire to see
the end of the world, the end of
civilization — kill your need
for an aha! moment
the moment where it clicks
and everyone is on the same page —

beware the sexiness of doomsday.
alluring in its lack of work, lack of compromise
we all want to worship fire
we are all inching toward the fire.

kill your itch, immediately
by refusing to scratch it.
no one must do anything
no one has to help
no hero is to be found
kill your need
for a literal angel — even if he exists
we do not deserve him —

beware the orgy of the end
we all want to see it, because that would make us special
alluring in its finality, appealing to
our desire to make stories
we all love a good story.