THE DAY AFTER THE DAY AFTER

By

Michael Edwin Q.

Standing by the stagnate river, the earth under my feet yields

And gives way from under my weight

Hoof marks left by thirsty horses

The talons of the eagle have left scratches

Like cuts carved into loose stones ready to plummet

Into the icy waters below

An eternal winter is coming, a cold yet snowless season

No water collects to reflect the sunlight

Clouds fight to the death for a place in the sky

All is dark and darker as the final episode plays out

Colors of rust and gray are all that’s left

The wind whirls dead leaves in ever widening circles

Trees split as the wood dries

The land is barren, infertile, every seed stillborn

The song no longer returns to the coda

Echoes of the last note have long since faded

  Leaving a silence so sharp it pierces the mind

And destroys the memory of all things past

Flakes of ash fall gently and cover everything

To hide our shame and our pride

As we dwell in this Eden turned round

With no tombstone to mark our passing

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