A Human Extinction They say the apocalypse is here but the sun rises to eat the fog the redwoods take another breath and outside my window an anxious gray squirrel still searches for holes in earth and tree for his winter hoarding They say the apocalypse is here but I sip my coffee and light my spliff at 9:00am not because I know our days are numbered just because they always have been They say the apocalypse is here so they’re buying guns to use on their neighbors who live ten feet away they’re blaming the ones who put their bottles in the garbage they’re blaming the nuclear technology of the sun They say the apocalypse is here but you wouldn’t notice if you were me ‘You’ll die out there alone’ ‘The solitude will make you crazy’ said from their overridden grid clumped curated chaos who you calling crazy, crazy? They say the apocalypse is here so they’re looting and shooting the sky breaks away like a puzzle and falls piece by piece but no one is looking up and the toilet paper is gone so they die with dirty asses They say the apocalypse is here between tall steel buildings like bars of an empty cell packaged vegetable seeds litter the asphalt—nowhere to bed stepped on in the commotion a new world’s last chance They say the apocalypse is here but I am no more aware than the wind and the wild flowers who survive by engulfing it seems to me everything is still green and more fertile after we're gone
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