If You Can Apocalypse
The women on the BBC screeches about the end.
Is it the end of the end, or the beginning? I'm not sure and
She seems confused. The interviewers accent never breaks
Or questions.

She was an Italian girl, which explained the black curls.
A Commie hunter in 1997, in the summer in California.
We needed the day of judgment. History is simpler with Davy Crockett.
But villains are better.
If you can--Apocalypse.
THE END
Was exciting. . . was coming. . . was hope. . . was it. Wasn’t.
And then it had passed.
I suggested we join the conspiracy. Because of life, I said.
It wasn’t supposed to sound futile. She dug a hole to thwart them.

My roommate's copy of "The Medical Effects of Nuclear War"
Sits on the floor amid the rubble
After spring break, while some women screeches on the radio.