Posthumous Annihilation

29 days is the approximate wait time

on the emergency hotline

as the earth lashes out

in distressed tectonic tantrums

There are flashes of prehistoric futures

when something erases light’s prisms

I watch myself cremated on the kill cam

dying to the end result of human evolution

I am anointed as Godzilla’s second favorite angel

as my form becomes mirrors that don’t reflect me

heavy with ungraceful quicksand wings

swimming with cannibalizing worm

I possess a fire bladed sickly

with a bone hourglass handle

and a chrome mushroom shield

that can communicate with Ra

I forge the ashes around me

into pyramids that eulogize gray rainbows

whose ends start bleeding

into the disintegrating sound