Drinking espresso
and smoking too many cigarettes,
I sit and think about
the end of the world.
Will it be with a whimper,
like Eliot said?
Or will it be like
one of those post-apocalyptic movies,
everyone scraping by to survive?
I'm not sure.
But until then,
I'll light another cigarette
and wait.
Gabriel Bates is a poet living in Pittsburg, Kansas. His work has appeared in many different publications. Keep up with him on Facebook.
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