Weâ€™ve been talking about end times for so long---probably since the beginning of time---itâ€™s lost its point. PEI native and Toronto-based poet Steve McOrmondâ€™s titular work re-sharpens it. Across 38 pages, with curt and cutting writing, he reminds us the end of things, time, people, relationships, plans for a day or a life, the world, is all pre-programmed---the stuff of life is death. So take it easy, have a laugh (plenty here), let it happen, if so inclined, but donâ€™t say you didnâ€™t know. Or act accordingly, if so desired. This is underscored in the last lines of the last poem, â€œEnvoiâ€�: â€œAnd to those who claimed it couldnâ€™t be stopped/At every point along its path, the arrow is still.â€� This is vital poetry.