we will warm ourselves
with each
other,
if we're still alive.
the electricity will be gone.
the food
will
be things that you have
to kill
or dig up
from the ground.
the sky will
be red.
there will be fear
and
loathing of an unseen
kind.
everything you once
believed
will be a lie.
there will be gnashing
of teeth.
moaning.
uncontrollable grief.
it will
be the end of times.
but
let's not think about that
right now.
how about we dance,
have more cheese,
more wine.
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