My Apocalypse

It was

an apocalypse

There was an end

to something

great

then there was

a revealing, an

opening of

a new book

But there

was nostalgia

for the

way it was

before

and there were

saved passwords left

and

bits of clothing

or

remnants of a

scent.

It was

like peak oil,

we consumed

until

there was

nothing

and we

fell away into

a pre-industrial

solitude

where we came from

a long, long, long

time ago.

And it

is only fitting

That I

have nightmares of

World War III

and

our Ivory Computer Tower

in flames.

It is only fitting

that I

fill my head with

fission-fiction, with

nuclear viral holocausts

and

roving

street gangs.

Because now, here,

in the aftermath, I feel

I have only been

preparing

for

this loss

and

this nostalgia.

I miss

the way

it was

before