anxiolytic

the end is nigh.
with every breath
and every sigh-
the world draws closer to its hot death.

and would i do
or would i don't
i can't save the world.

the end is near
and every face
infects a fear
of a hostile and a stranger'ed race.

and would i act
or would i stay
i am not immunized from this plague.

the end is here
but all i'll try
is live as though
i could not see,
and smile and rock
my children on my knee.

and when it comes
the last my sight
will close upon
my sleeping babes
their morrow'ed dream
that never wakes
and i will hold them close
like a lid
upon a wondering eye.

and i will be happy
when i die.