The Current Flow

The current flow
from OLD STEVE TOWN,
burning brown and underway,
a self undone and thrown,
as Heidegger would say.

And when this world
is swallowed whole, 
and the great dragon 
makes his stay, 
you’ll be living 
with wormwood horns 
and cursing every day.

There is nothing left 
for urchin toad, 
because this ABODE 
is going away.

Take down your flags.
Discard your rags.
Pack your bags.
Be ready for the fray!

If in the night,
your screams are heard,
you can hide
under the clay,
but many forms,
ugly and old,
will find you,
anyways ...