The rapture
was really a rupture
in Central Avenue
in downtown Albuquerque.
Three cars fell in
before human reaction
could place a foot
on the brakes.
An abandoned baby cried
on the sidewalk
as Oblivion reached a hand
past the shirtless boys
scattering the crowd
by the ice cream truck
and ordered two orange
Dreamsicles.
A man with a digital camera
filmed it all in Technicolor
while four wannabe preachers
spontaneously gave sermons
which summoned
four angels with broken wings
and oversized sewing kits
to stitch up Central Avenue.
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