yes, a near unblemished apocalypse, compliments of the machines

Chicago, 2035 and I have to walk into downtown

after the fact

alone beginning with the longest credits I can recall

why must the moon be full tonight?

buildings all of a sudden hint too futuristic

and everywhere I look, those grey beings

too pale for aliens

back of my X-Files hat reads, “fight the future”

while the CD declares, “defend the future”

“tonight we light the fires we call our ships to port

tonight we walk on water and tomorrow we’ll be gone”

oh great, I think, perfect timing

pacing underneath all the streets

reminiscent of the prolonged chase scene in The Terminator

so I step onto a train

need I remind you of the moon?

fluorescent lights and wishing it will turn out okay

an ad reads, “Remember what Mom said about sharing”

and somehow that won’t matter one day

yes, a near unblemished apocalypse, compliments of the machines