The Four Horsemen,
you’ll notice, aren’t even riding horses.
War rides a red Vespa, dented, side-swiped,
bristling with spikes. Pestilence staggers forth
on rollerblades, stop-start, like a jagged
cough. Famine comes slowly on a scooter,
one foot dragging, while Death does on ollie
on a skateboard dipped in Vantablack;
he grins & scythes the air with bony hands.
They shout & mug & crack each other up.
It’s long past curfew: theirs, yours, anyone’s.
They almost don’t need an apocalypse
to have their fun… but they wouldn’t say no to one.
What are you bringing to an end?
With a smirk, they exhale all the flavors
of smoke. What have you got?
Come see Gregory read on day two of the Welcome to Boog City 17 Arts Festival on Sat. Sept. 9 at 1:00 p.m. at Unnameable Books in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn. Details here:
https://wordpress.boogcity.com/2023/08/16/welcome-to-boog-city-17-arts-festival-sat-sept-9-2023/