Anniversary of the apocalypse

Five years now since the world was supposed to end.
Some say that maybe it did, maybe now
we’re in purgatory. Maybe they maybes lined up, took
numbers, waited patiently —- and maybe
they all got tired of waiting and burst out like water
from a stone, or from cheese, depending on the story, or better —-
like moss from a fallen tree. Maybe it was the days instead
who became impatient and rushed out all at once. Maybe we aren’t supposed
to know which it is or how it happened. Someday, maybe, we will.