Apocalypse Now
Neha Maqsood
carving up marble floors
segmenting stone cathedrals; gods
seeking out civilisation
earmarking apocalypses, you’re
alone now; metallic crust stiffen fingernails
pupils radiating a golden
tincture; foreheads plucked
fused emerald pendants.
woefully, there are no trees
where I live yet
I am rooted. Adam & Eve
atop a throne,
biding time, glazing over chaos.
