  They said that the moon collided with the sun, that this is what caused the explosion in the sky. People dropped to their knees on the street praying to their paper-back God, believing it was the end, screaming of angels playing horns that I could not hear. Children gawked as if fireworks on the first of July. Others died from the millions of drops of fire falling from above.
Me – I ran… covering my ears, squeezing my eyes shut and then open. The chaos is maddening. I know not where I am now. Further back off this path, the roadside prophets told me I was in hell, yet no devils taunt me here. I sit alone now beneath this burnt tree. Silence… Maybe I’m the only one who made it. Why did no one else run, but instead just stood there mesmerized in trance? I should have listened more carefully for those musical horns. 
