A Self-Righteous Armageddon
She steps outside in flip flops
with intentions for a simple walk,
but the mind an idea stalks.
Hot summer sun outside, deep blue sea-
our heroine wears a regular tee .
Passing the beaches' wares
She unconsciously stares.
Bikini bodies glimmer, wet
Men's eyes linger and, themselves, forget
But it's all in name of summer galore;
Social behavior is fickle for sure.
Continuing by- "anywhere but here"-
turning, seeing a sidewalk chair
Appears a gay couple, laughing, flamboyant.
Shouting love psalms in each other's ear
She must pass, too, by there.
Her eyes wander, now crossing street signs
passing bars with lone star shrines
where believers worship numerous gods,
drinking and discussing the winner's odds.
It's been a long travel and her feet grow cold
As afternoon fades into evening's gold.
The sun's shine spreads, tendrils become faint threads,
Its glory passes, slow as molasses.
Her once heated body, now a chill mold
Feeling dirty but holds for home sweet home.
Going back a different way-
Let other scenes appear-
Parents call children in,
Friends say goodbye, again.
Woe, and slightly she trips,
paying too little attention, but now miffed;
toes now covered in dried mud,
displaced upon the cement crud.
Gaping at the mess, she murmurs,
"How dirty now is Earth,"
and walks the remaining steps,
as the sun goes down,
reaching home, still dirty, yet proud.