The Things, the World Poetry Collection

The Five Catastrophes

I've signed the contracts
That would paint the black sky
Funneled with death,
Like a horde of locusts
Flying with the plague.

A wet contract proclaiming
The non-believers, enemies of the state
To be washed with purity and clarity,
Like a showering tsunami.

A flamed contract enforcing
To stampede into lands
And spread like wildfire,
Burning and pillaging
Restless souls and livestock.

A heavy contract hammering
Strikes of forged steel
And static electricity,
Like a God-giving thunder storm.

A root of a contract ending
The lives of humanity
With no symbol of hope of rebirth,
Like a dreadful drought
Drying the last seed of the great family tree.