The End of Days
I used to believe, feverishly, fervently,
That 666, Revelation's sign of the beast,
Was the most mortifying of all portents,
In this world and in the one that would come.
But with today's apocalyptic debacle —
The House's scuttling of America's bailout —
I now see that the stock market's 777 drop
Supersedes anything history's ever seen,
Makes a reasonable case for Armageddon.
Will all economic activity seize,
Turn desperate borrowers, paralyzed lenders
Into urchins roaming streets
Whose offices, shops, cafés are shuttered,
Going about the only business left: begging?
Who can possibly guess the outcome
Of this inchoate global crisis of confidence,
When not a single soul on the planet
Sees that his own greed is the beast?
09/29/08 - (3)
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