The Church collapsed into rubble.
A cloud of disgust.
A treatise nailed to the forsaken door.
A thousand doors.
A hundred thousand neighborhood doors.
More than a million Facebook connections.
My keyboard is now a bullhorn.
Oh, oracle at fill-in-the-blank dot com
please portend the end of times,
so I do not have to complete my algebra homework.
Tighty whities replace sackcloth.
Wifi bedroom replaces the Trappist cell.
Oh this headlong race to a new heaven.
This electron jubilation.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
