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Monday, June 11, 2012


by David Chorlton

From fire to the fulfillment
of prophecies
we’ve thought of so many ways
the last days could come
that someone always sees
the endtimes through the sights
of a gun, and spends what time
he has preparing
for when there’s nothing
but a wasteland populated
by hungry survivors. He’s got supplies
for the afterlife
foil wrapped, canned, and shrink wrapped,
and ammunition enough
to keep them away from anyone
who comes asking, crawling
perhaps through the ashes
to the trailer he finally towed
out of his garage, packed
to its bolted seams
with vegetables, jerky, powdered
milk and anything dried
when the only commodity
that can’t be preserved
is hope.

David Chorlton has lived in Arizona since 1978, when he moved from Vienna, Austria. While much of his poetry is about the Southwestern landscape, his newest publication, and first work of fiction, is The Taste of Fog from Rain Mountain Press, reflecting a darker side of Vienna.