This would be the day of the year
The desert flowers bloom
While the mutants exultant
Crawl from their holes.

Like Mary fat with Jesus
There were few beds to be had
In Austin last night
Second ACL weekend.

J. mentioned seeing two couples
In full sleeping bag order
Camping out tentless
In a batting cage by the Y.

They will have stories
To match pictures of festival mud
The Statesman will post
This morning over coffee.

Apocalypse weather
Is tailored to its geography
London gets fire
But for Texas sin is in the flood.

Bodies unblistered will drown
Wearing insufficient raincoats
While the Devils of the western earth
Shimmer in the mean and laughing wet.

There is nothing to be done but waiting
Here where the churches
So many and so very different
Are all now damp and full.