Nature is already in preparation
The sky puts down large blankets
For the sun to lay its head
Hospitals plan for the abandonment
Wiccans gather in circles
Scientists mark the minutes
In black books no one will see
Birds will fly into the penumbra
Like ashes from a dead fire
Statues of faith will be blinded
Gabriel will blow his trumpet
Somewhere a war won’t end
Everywhere people are suffering
Some will become zombies
As though in the occultation
Five minutes of fentanyl
Will occlude eternity for all