• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 09
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This is the Last Photograph

This is the last photograph
Of humans enjoying this Earth.
Lens flare pricking-consciousness
Photos plucked from
A Haze of remembrance,
Of days gone
It was before your time,
Naturally -
The buzzing of the abyss,
Echoes of the tiny footprints of bees,
(Gone but not forgotten)
As we watched our wildlife falter upon the borders
Shed their outlines
(Like pillowcases)
Returning to the earth.
We became still life -
Silhouettes cut against the sun, ripe for harvest.
Arms cradling heads,
Puppets enacting
The End of the World.