Welcome to the Apocalypse

by Mike Jewett

Utuqaq, the apocalypse,
won’t burn us alive by fire, no.
Mayans never spoke of muruaneq
even in predictions.

Pirtuk, the apocalypse:
left behind in snowy bark,
footprints of squirrels
alarming at circling eagles.

Matsaaruti, the apocalypse —
the walking dead are peonies
furrowed on tombs. They’re not the end
though singing bowls sing

our breaths, icy and visible.
Siguliaksraq, the apocalypse.
Earth is grey and white;
pukak – the coming snow.


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