final Reckoning

Final Reckoning

Murky day in my valley the mountain which
Is a gigantic, petrified dry wave of earth and
boulders, is obscured today should it liquefy
the vale will be a plateau with a story to tell
but no one around to tell it too, except for
mustangs that only cares about the quality
of the grass. Perhaps some of us would live
on in air pockets underground turning into
earth worms while looking for a light switch
we knew used to be on a wall while gulping
stale air, not grasping that we are doomed;
and a battery radio plays a dirge because
the king is dead like that should be our chief
concern on a day the valley disappeared.