Rapture

Blue sky with clouds and sun

Rapture

I want to be awake

when the world ends.

I want to be my friend

who rose to an empty

house, even his grandmother

& her worn cross gone

& thought it was the rapture,

that he hadn’t crossed over.

Let me rip my shirt

as he did & tear into the street

hollering. Let me hear only my blood beat this morning

in the rain before dawn—

no one on the line.

Later, when they return,

Let those I love who left

have only gone to the store,

running errands, this errant

unebbing life. After,

let what I’ve torn—

the myself I mourn—

be mended & start

over, like a scar,

or star.

by Kevin Young