Sonnet for the Apocalypse

“Not one stone will be left on another.”
Was that a lament or a protest song?
Gather ‘round people, sister and brother,
Revolution stirs and it won’t be long
Till the temples you all see now will fall.
Nothing can hold back the tide of God’s reign.
When the angels’ trumpets finally call
The faithful to rise up, death won’t restrain
And graves won’t contain the newly alive
Who, finding themselves reanimated,
Will pat themselves with big grins of surprise.
They’ll look down whence they were extricated,
“Will we hang around tombs when duty calls?
Let’s go make trouble and knock down some walls!”

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