Epocholypse

Had I been able
at the time
to record the sound
of blankets, it would have
been the fossil
of tears embedded,
blood stains in ash,
tremendous piles of ruin
in the equality of the eons
and similarities of time.
Not abandoned as a child
nor treated unnaturally
according to the era
in which these blessings
are accorded:

say: pews, votives, statuaries
milk money, for these thy gifts,
pretty rocks and mirrors
of all kinds,

I am hopeful still.
Whole civilizations
rise and fall because of this
thready pulse within them.