An “end of the world” piece with the charm it deserves. If this is how it all goes down, then count me in. I’m sure I still have a copy of Coltrane’s A Love Supreme around here somewhere. This is my second piece to appear in Untoward Magazine and a special thanks to Matt Rowan for making that happen as well as to Peter Markus for the English skills, and finally, to the late Kenneth Patchen whose influence, I hope, albeit most sloppily, graces this story. It’s difficult to stand on the back of giants, but, hey, it’s the end of the world. Enjoy.