in the last moments on earth

in the last moments on earth
dogs became angels
cats saints
as we ascended
onto the spaceships
shaped like old beater cars
from the seventies
rust and replacement doors
nothing matching
it didn’t matter
we were leaving
the news said it was aliens
the religious said it was rapture
i’m not sure what i think
it was the talking dog on the roof
that was the kicker for me
he reassured us
he was both friendly and a good pilot
as we raised off the new mexico desert floor
and into the dusk
just the last
one
most of us would ever see
you don’t want to be left behind
he barked
it was an interesting voice
not spoken actually
growled and we simply heard the comforting voice
take a few deep breaths
it helps with anxiety
of space travel
he sort of smiled at us
looking over his shoulder
through the sunroof
of the trashed and fragrant town car
speaking barking grinning
like a dog
or
god

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