Note on an Apocalypse

Posted on October 27, 2003 in Old Fire

Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?
Job 38:2

My first sight of it was as a scimitar blade, hooked for evisceration, whose grip swung out from the mountains inside of Camp Pendleton. Saturday night, as winds stampeded off the mountains, it was a spear pointed at my mother’s house. Yesterday, it was a child playing hopscotch and holding up fingers of flame behind a bald man’s head. What will it be today and tomorrow?