Aftermath
I stumbled upon the aftermath
Of a cataclysm I had missed.
Here, everything was in ruins
Hypoxic soils reeked of brine
I thought I felt rain but it was
Only the febrile oxygen sweating.
Yes, you could do whatever you wanted
And no one would stop you
But that’s never been what you wanted.
It was a soundless landscape devoid
Of birdsong or waves crashing
Or children laughing.
No one stepped forward to apologize
For all this needless destruction.
There appeared to be no survivors.
I was afraid if I kept exploring this desolate land
My path would lead to a cave in a desert
Where etched petroglyphs
On granite walls revealed the truth:
That I was the god once worshipped
By a daft, desperate civilization
And I’m the one they blame
No comments:
Post a Comment