The Rogue Effort

At the moment we realize
that we’ve been in 
the apocalypse 
for a while, 

we learn
as well
not to speak of it
to others

who may not
yet know
that this is
where we are

so as not to create
a general panic:
instead, it is revealed
to each of us

in exacting detail
so deep as to be 
unshakably true, 
and as we begin

to tremble 
at the impending
End, it becomes clear
to us that we must tremble

alone. Now and then 
we may see the eyes
of another who knows
and nod or perhaps

brush against
each other
in a crowd —
rogue effort

at sympathy,
in a swift
glancing touch —

then, we return
to the seemingly endless
beginning of the lonely
end. No fire, no pestilence,

no storm or epic war
in this: only the slow
madness of not being able
to share it for long with anyone.

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

One response to “The Rogue Effort

  • Eileen

    Need to think about this for a while. My feeling is that we have been in an apocalypse since the beginning of time. Apocalypse being the struggle between good and evil, our not knowing how, when, or even if, it will end. Faith being a belief that good will win eventually(maybe in a million years), if we persevere.

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