If You’re Looking For a Sign (Redux)

If I didn’t know it was coming,
I might have thought, as Nat Turner did, 

that the eclipse was divine intervention, 
a message that the moment of rebellion was nigh, 

because for months, we rocked the streets
with calls of intifada, 
and at last the ground itself shook. 

Oh God, I never needed a sign. 

But if I must bear this pestilence, 
make me braver for it: 
I know I will live
to see the end of this world.