requiem for 2020
the arcane moon rises like a putrid eye over the nation
in the endless boardrooms of the capital, resolutions are adopted in an invented language, meaning nothing
animals across the country start absolutely freaking out as invisible rivers rise into the living rooms of America, their ghostly waters afloat with the corpses of a trillion roadkill
every mailbox is stuffed with political pamphlets written in an unknown language of hope and grief
while Cordero the fry cook works 7 days a week in 2020 like he did in 2010
the boundary between what is real and what is imagined is first tested as the locusts begin to eat
then the founding fathers, along with the Indians they killed, rise from their graves to fight a 7 years war
people begin to believe there is no difference between the real and the imagined as LSD flows from the clandestine laboratories of modern witches
the moon's putrid eyeball glazes open, projecting back onto planet earth a vision of your Facebook page from 2012
complete with the games of politics you played there, the broken chess pieces and fragments of love and war
the moon blinks and instantly the mcmansions since 2008 crumble
polyester shirts revert to oil on our backs as do the Tupperware stored in our sinks
receipts are unprinted, smartphones and laptops disassembled, as red solo cups begin to fill with communion wine
The arcane moon issues its directive in a deep, booming voice: "THIS HAS BEEN A TEST OF THE SPIRITUAL EARLY WARNING SYSTEM. PLEASE LEAVE A LIKE AND A COMMENT TO GAIN A CHANCE TO WIN ENLIGHTENMENT. THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING AND HAVE A NICE DAY."
quickly, the moon’s arcane eye opens. down descends the corpse of Barack Obama in a beam of heavenly light, pushed in a stroller by an angel wearing an orange traffic vest.
The angel flicks his cigarette onto the ground, where it ignites a mountain of gasoline-soaked king james bibles arranged in a holy cross
the fire reaches the corpse of Obama, immediately triggering a thermonuclear explosion propelled by the force of unkept liberal promises that knocks down all the darryl isaacs billboards in the Louisville metro area
the conflagration spreads to the other nuclear weapons we "forgot" to dismantle
the world is engulfed in hellfire. demons and angels turn on the nightly news to find out what the hell is going on in America.
the moon repeats its message over a blank world:
"THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING. HAVE A NICE DAY. THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING. HAVE A NICE DAY. THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING. HAVE A NICE DAY.”