SOMEWHERE IN APRIL [2] They say there was a life before these days, A world beyond the prisms of our porch, A time before greensickness perched above Our doors, before the pasty smog of death would hourly muzzle against our windowpanes. They say these streets, these hollowed marrowed slabs, Would cinder night and day with … Continue reading apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”