Rolling thunder, clouds dense and black,
Fiery anger spills from each dish and crack,
Scouring over the tumbling pomegranates,
In raging storm like a flood's pursuit.
Greedy rulers, dancing in their delusion,
For senseless fights, blood is a foregone conclusion,
Every drop a sign of impending doom,
Inevitable, like death and taxes.
Listen and witness this deafening roar,
Silent cries that shake us to the core,
As the sun rises from the west, and the Messiah approaches from the east,
Three plagues and seven disasters come in streams.
When mushroom clouds rise with ash and smother,
Grey species, monstrous creatures, deranged patients, and loaded guns surround us.
We’ll witness the coming of the end times together.
So set forth,
on this journey of pain and bitterness,
To seek the stars and our destinies.
This work is an amalgamation of apocalyptic scenes with elements that reference imagery from stories in the Bible, Quran, and Buddhist texts, as well as scenes, that are historic, contemporary, and fictional. This work is my imagining of the apocalypse. I invite you to interpret these images, and ask yourself, How do you see the End?
