Poems by Aubrey J. Sanders

Swear at the wall. Say you’re sorry.

8 Jun 2013
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I dreamed of the end of the world

III.
It was a nautilus,
a crater, a terminal need
for an explanation of being.

Who can help—at
such a time as this—
but to think of himself
in capital letters?

It was a want for revelation,
a fever dream that left me
swollen.

But it was never a solstice.

I dreamed of the end of the world

II.
It was an asteroid, a pocked Promethean
amalgam of deep space solidified,
hurtling like the seed of God
through the empty arteries of the cosmos.

We saw it coming and ran to the highlands.
We saw it coming and knew that prayer
and progress were entirely different things.

And when we watched it cut the sky,
our spirits filled our eyes like cataracts.

I dreamed of the end of the world

I.
It was a tidal wave, titan ocean
sucked seaward from blank coast,
wallwaters rising with the force and fury
of one who loved too much; always,
I rode the crest, hollow-boned and

afraid to show my feet, while all the people I loved
looked up, and shivered, and waited for the fall.