The Imminent Return of the Lord Jesus Christ by Robert Beveridge The world sits, not breathless nor even with acknowledgment, waits for missiles, maybe, to fly northward from Cuba, or men far wiser than any who walk the world today to arrive in Bethlehem. The new prophetic drawings of His return depict no bearded savior, no miracle worker a la Patty Duke. Columns of figures, abstract, unbounded, the infinite deliquescence of planar geometry, the generosity of the black hole. The Sun nothing more than the biggest rocket ever launched. It has not rained fire upon TV evangelists or the enemies of the Crimson Tide. Glory be and Alli-lujah.
Robert Beveridge has spent the more recent half of his life making noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writing poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent appearances include the anthology Stories from the Polycule (Thorntree Press, 2015), Random Sample Review, and Anti-Heroin Chic, among others. He has a massive crush on his therapist, but assume this is common.
