Friday, July 24, 2009

In That Number

by Ari Collins


When the sun refused to shine, I powered up my backup generator.

When the moon turned red with blood, I grabbed my assault rifle.

When the trumpet sounded its call, I knew where to go.

When the saints went marching in, I opened fire.

And when the new world was revealed, we conquered its ass.

1 comment:

Sonja Nitschke said...

xD I liked this one -- imagery, structure -- everything.