THE DAY AFTER THE DAY AFTER

By

MIchael Edwin Q

Standing by the stagnate river under my feet yeilds

And gives form under my weight

Hoof marks left by thirsty horses

The Talons of the eagle have left scratches

Into the icy water below

An eternal winter is coming, a cold yet snow less season  

no water collections to prefect the sunlight

Clouds fight to the death for a place ind the sky

All is dark and darker as the final episode plays out

colos of rust and gray are all that's left

Trees split as the wood dries

The land is barren, infertile, every see stillborn

The sone no longer returns to the coda

Echoes of the last note have long since faded

And destroys the memory of things past

To hide over shame and pride

As we dwell in the Eden turned round

With no tombstone to mark our passing

THE END