St. Peter’s Nightmare

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A spent condom floated in a brook,
a seagull, thinking it was a belly up fish,
swooped down and gulped it down.
High up it burped, and millions of
sperm paras descended onto a field.
A humming locus plague of humanity
who ate the land and drank the seas dry.
Then reached up and ate the sun, moon and every star!
Neither Lucifer nor God were spared.
The universe imploded into fragments of night,
a howling silence no one but the seagull heard.