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Apocalypse

The end of civilization
a man standing on a deserted
             street corner
             holding in his hands
             bunches of empty coat hangers

             surrounding him
             gaping blindly
             thru thousands of shattered eyes
             the concrete ruins
             of our vacated faith

             symbols of an apocalypse
             that could not help
             but arrive on time

The age is symptomatic
it reflects accurately
our worst ambitions

and destruction
is no disease
but a living testimony
to ends & means

a proper creativity
designed to inspire
deep suspicion

portraying greed
as an evil
for which there is no cure
but sudden death.

EDDIE WOODS

This poem was first published in the book Sale or Return (1981), and subsequently in a chapter of N.E. Sjoman’s art: the dark side (2009)

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