whats coming

Whats coming?
Somethings afoot.
Something measured. Held at bay.
Something shadows cling to play with.
Whats coming?
The cat cries me-out
And in the darkness, shouts it out.
And not for supper is this cry;
Its for the heaven-sent to fly
Avail themselves of task-needs done
And in their work to leave out none,
And with their wings
Enshroud the All that Williams speak of with their Soul.
Whats coming?
Somethings definitely there
A shoe to drop down through the air
A word to shatter all belief
And take to bludgeon all our dreams.
And when it comes, and drops and breaks the gods we fake to imitate;
Well cower under stairs and drains.
And say, Who knew? or End of days, mate
Whats coming?
The next queries rise.
The When of it and then the size.
Then When and How and Why affects,
And then were done,
And then
Whats next?