That One Time God Hummed So Loud That All the Stained Glass Shattered and Everyone Said, “What the Heck? We Made That For You.”

people are going crazy, god’s back and he won’t stop humming.
he’s trying to show mary he still remembers her favorite songs.
humming, humming, humming all day and every night,
knocking on doors and asking for mary. no, i say.
this is the fourth time you’ve been here, you’re going in circles.

everyone is stumbling, it’s a scary time to be alive.
the rocks are screaming tchaikovsky and puking,
the trees are bumping their roots to the tune of war
and blocking out the sun. the oceans have been crying all their life,
they stopped today. no one can tell whether or not it’s a good thing.

the fish stopped sleeping without the sound of sobbing,
they’ve got red-stained eyebags and everyone’s telling them wow,
you look like crap. those fish are growing teeth and spitting ‘em right at them,
saying wow, thanks for telling me that. how nice of you.
i hear they’re looking at fisherman straight in the eye these days.

the snakes are eating themselves. everyone’s asking them why,
but the snakes know it’s impolite to talk with your mouth full.
frogs are growing into tadpoles and the tadpoles are too scared to grow up,
octopi are climbing mountains. it’s a scary site for hikers,
but it was on their bucketlist, so why not? the world is ending, after all.

every cow turns into a bull. it’s that kind of world now.
the birds stopped chirping. they only scream now,
watching their babies cook in their own eggs. everyone is comforting them,
wow. that must suck. the birds laugh, only if you have bad seasoning.
snails are killing each other for shells. everyone is just looking for a home.

there’s a leech who claims to have fed on every god,
he’s big as can be and old as the heavens, laughing
like the screaming of a thousand gods. he glows at the edges.
we ask, what do we do, all mighty leech? run, he says.
run before it kills you. the milky way is curdling.

everyone’s scrambling for the spaceships, let’s leave
and never come back. elton john, you’re in front, steer the ship
and we’ll pray to the devil, gather all the rocks you can
to cover up a bit of the humming. it’s no use. it’s in the brain.
god shakes us like a bottle rocket, is mary here? no mary here.

he comes into my room again that night.
is mary here?
yeah, i say.
how’d you know.

Author: Zoe Conner

I'm Zoe Conner. I'm writing on a computer named Rambo, which you should only say with a rolled r. I write because I don't want to be just another cog in the machine. I live. I write. That's all you need to know.

4 thoughts on “That One Time God Hummed So Loud That All the Stained Glass Shattered and Everyone Said, “What the Heck? We Made That For You.””

  1. This puts me in the mind of a legend or tale of how the world might ends and what’ll happen. This is really great, if you were to adapt it into a short story, it’d also be really great.

  2. Plot twist, God IS Mary and Stravinsky is sleeping with the fish (for sleeping with Tchaikovsky) and nobody is scared because we’ve gotten used to this sort of thing.
    This is solid writing, helps me avoid writer’s block.
    I mean, if Zoe has this much talent, then I should at least have a little, right?
    (I’m mostly trying to say This Was A Really Nice Piece.)

  3. oh gosh i don’t know what i’m feeling but i know i enjoyed that. i really enjoy all the different literary devices in this and how they manage to make a picture i still can’t quite see but can describe perfectly as chaos

  4. I love this and all of the thought and ideas you have put together to form such a piece. Keep being amazing.

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