Help. The Water is Rising. Pleas.

James Brown said
each time you shake
your best friend's hand
may be the last time.

Reckoning; apocalypse
might be swift
compared to the death soup
slowly rising in the living room.

Pinned to the point
where two walls meet ceiling,
that crevice cradles your head
like a caul.

And all your grappling,
denunciation of Faith and Forever
gives way to a desperate scramble
towards Light and Absolution from Life's

unheeded warnings.

Please.



Please.



Please.


I love You so.