An Apropocalypse
 
 
Everyone is dead or has been
 evacuated, love-- 
We are left in a city of ghosts
 in a cataleptic land
of the cirrus world, love--
 (the soldier toys hum)
Dress now in your mother's dress
 as I wear my father's jacket--
Love, let us climb into their bed--
 (the soldier toys run)
Love, let us tuck ourselves in--
 (the soldier toys come)
Love, let us love-- 
 We are happy without end.