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By the Numbers
The apocalypse will be personal,
and it will take more time than we expect.
It will come in fits and starts—
some drowned children here,
a few demolished homes there.
Tornado alley widens every year, and
we’ve entered the age of the super-storm,
the media pundits agree.
It will be rolling brown-outs and city bus rapists—
warmer winters and dying bees.
It will come upon us slowly
and we will acclimate,
like how the price of bananas
went up one year and never came back down
and we stopped noticing. We always
stop noticing — topped up gas prices
and semi-automatics, half-lives, and zero-hours,
and how toddlers gun down
more people than the terrorists every year.
It will be corporations as people
and GMO crop-fouling Monsanto
weeding out the small farmers, the seed-keepers,
with their mega-conglomerate organic matter
you wouldn’t plant in your toilet.
We will breed the nutrients out of our food,
we will Facebook our post-truth sources.
Heart disease will go up and up, as will
depression, diabetes, the whole she-
The apocalypse will be personal, slow–
has been so for years, starting
before we noticed, until it was
an absurdity of government on
a treadmill of climate change and
a rising tide seducing shore,
licking the toes of sea-grass and brick
and driftwood post and pier
as we step back,
and step back,
and step back