The lights going out,
the body count,
the murderous twitching
of hollering masses.
Fire, flood,
etc.; a terrifying
traditional list of plagues
and calamities; nothing
undocumented
or unprophesied.
You stare
at pictures of small, cute, furry.
All you want
is to put your arms around
a baby alpaca.
That’s also a tradition:
putting your trust in the belief
that the New World
will save you from the Old.
Dark Matter 
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