The End of Days

At long last

The suburbanite's dream is realized:

Nothing sings

nor barks

nor chirps

nor chatters

nor rustles

nor buzzes

nor shrieks

nor cries

every wise thing in creation

shelters in its silent place

and shivers at what is to come.

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