the campfire at the end of the world

who's to say whoever is left standing

-dressed for the occasion in dripping scorched skin celebration suit

dangling elegantly victoriously from their bones-

won't gather 'round fire pit ground zero

warming melting finger candles against nuclear winter

telling war stories to enemy ghosts

roasting metals of honor thanking their God before they eat them

turning to their skeleton children to say:

'we did this for you, sweet boy, cherished girl'

or, perhaps:

'wasn't that just the loveliest explosion?'

the bar crawl at the beginning of the universe

who's to say some God

-dressed for the occasion in dangling bone white sacrifice celebration robes-

didn't walk into cosmic bar heaven

soaking sparking finger magic wands in mugs of beer

telling Bible story words of God

ordering rounds of angelic compliments

giving praise to Himself before putting it on His tab

turning to drinking buddies hatred, war, disease, indulgence to say:

'I did this for you, sweet friends, cherished foes'

or, perhaps:

'wasn't that explosion just?'

or, even better:

'lets get shitfaced and make us some humans'