Not for children 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 … Continue reading apocalypse “They say there was a life before these days”