Everyone around me is injured,

And I myself have a broken wing,

And the debris ~~~still falling from the air.

The apocalypse is still happening 

This has been going on for decades,

Like contractions that lead to pangs of birth.

Groan, Mother, let your groans be heard!

In labor for a new baby!

Who will also be a mama,

And will also someday give birth!

Is this a transient, conjoint event?

Is this a part of a grander scheme?

Which came first?

The love-making or the labor and delivery? 

Or is this all really one big thing?

If you ask me,

Love is still making the world go round,

And the apocalypse is still happening.

-jenn