There is a grayness before me
as far as my mind can tell
Sky and ground merge in the distance
no difference between them now
An ancient tree before me
branches bare like skeletal hands reaching
I find the water from the wood
I drink it now and wait to die
This is what happened when we remade the world
When we ignored her agony
No place for us here, amid the death throes
Not even our pain for company
There is a city I see before me
empty parks and deserted streets
Concrete fingers prod the sky
No souls inside them
I see it now, how it happened
like an artist making art
remaking the world in our image
dead, desolate, and forgotten
This is what happened when we remade the world
when we ignored her agony
no place for us here, at the end
not even ghosts for company
An ancient tree before of me
branches bare like skeletal hands reaching
I find the water from the wood
I drink it now and want to die
(c) 2017 by J. Franklin Evans
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Poignant. Beautifully written horror. Relevant.
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