Burning Man | Camp KISS | Opera House | 2023

TELL ME HOW THE WORLD ENDS

as if we are
in the backyard lounging
on Adirondack chairs
looking up
tell me the center of our galaxy
smells like raspberries and tastes like rum
that somewhere beyond the dust
cloud of Sagittarius B2 a harmonica wails
a guitar strums
hold your doomsday baton
conduct the insects
a cacophony of crickets
and winged instruments
crescendo
cue the the light show above
a brilliant display of dynamite
all b o o m and P O P
barbeque a thousand suns
the way astronauts describe outer space
as metallic, sweet-smelling
as gunpowder and burned steak
make a metaphor
how like summer
we whimper out of existence
sizzle. singe. evaporate.

— amanda torroni