The world'll explode and we'll ex-be.nIt's core curious of our floor's flora.nBored with the molten bowels beneath.nAn end in innocence -- no one's fault or feat.nnOr a virus renders our minds mutinous.nNerves pull back leaving limbs all limp.nVeins will split and spill out life.nAll with our eyes in wide-open witness.nnOr all the lawful owners of donor's bones and lungs will suddenly roll over, realizing what they've done.nThey'll make like rye and rise through the dirt above them, seek those thieves of varied flesh and framing, thrust their fists and gather their belongings, tip their hats, sink back in and end again.nnAnyway, at least we'll discover what's after we're over.