When the heat dissipates as it almost surely never will On this gutted broken blasted out shell of what we used to call the earth When the last humans stop torturing the soil with leaf blowers and rakes alike In this understated oversaturated season of mellow fruitfulness When all life is reduced to dust that might accumulate after millennia Into tangled pillars of bioluminescent gas never resolving itself to sun When all pinpricks of light staining the black dome above our heads Out of the mouths of babes restrained in nylon belts on hospital beds When you wake up and everyone knows you are mad with Ativan delusions In the spaceship you inhabit alone forsaken at the end of the universe When all hope left in memory is erased waking up scared she committed suicide Only to find a text years later knowing she’s dead and you’re alone When you find words you never realized you committed only just months ago In that moment you begin writing a poem again
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