Your Death Will Not Be Love
Your death will not be in the order of
The alphabet. Destruction comes as planned
By God (predestination) from his love,
From luck (though thinkers cannot understand
That concept), or from nothing more than chance.
Extinction doesn’t come in order, or
According to a formulaic dance.
Annihilation happens at the door
Of King Whimsy when a meteor in flight
Strays into dinosauric destiny
(Though that’s too grand a notion to be right).
Tragedy equals bland sterility.
Havoc wields a halberd and a sword
And takes all scattered footmen as his horde.