Tuesday, May 6, 2025

Spoiler Alerts

It’s no secret that the Sermon on the Mount
ended with shackles and nails.
Galaxies are flying away from each other
like bats out of Dante’s hell
and will die freeze-frame in the cold,
cosmic inflation at a bargain basement rate.

It’s all a matter of inertia until things become inert.

The job of the wizard is to provide the spoiler alert.

 

But is there any doubt that the Statue of Liberty

will one day wade in the water?

What a prophecy! What a tune!

God’s gonna trouble the water, children,

or maybe just his surrogate, but either way, ya know?

 

The weatherman busted a move

and gave us inconvenient truth.

As sure as the fairy leaves cash for a tooth,

the sea is going to rise and boil

and toss around unmultiplied fish.

It’s got its eyes on June.

 

Speaking of apocalypse, I must interject

that no one’s coming back to tidy up the store.

Ain’t no rapture, rubble, or rub

gonna bring down the curtain to satisfy the lore.

 

The shoeshine boy at the corner

knows it’s all about wine in a brown paper bag,

the cheap stuff to help the world get by

with its walkin’ blues.

 

All this scat is no longer on a strictly need-to-know.

We won’t make the turnaround jump shot

before the buzzer drowns the court.

 

If you want to know how the whole thing goes down,

a spoiler alert as to who’s left wearing the crown,

consult the stars or read your horoscope.

Six down is a four letter word for hope.

Doo-wop and well, well, well.


~William Hammett



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