The Way the World Ends
The world will come to an end tonight.
Not with comets slanting through the rafters,
Or tidal waves surging across the coast,
Or the braze of volcanoes, unsubmerged.
Not with the earth’s decimated orbit
Spiralling it into a strangled sun,
Not with the rush of spurious armies
Turning fallow the scope of mankind’s dreams.
But with the last of your kiss, fading
From the sepulchre of these lips: it ends.
And the night sky may as well be shattered,
And the sun never rise again, or set,
And the stars may as well burn to cinders,
For all the worth they are, when you are gone.