The Line
Abecadarian Apocalypse
Apocalypse unforeseen, arrived without warning
Billions dead in an instant
Chaos, confusion
Disorder and disease left in its wake. The last poet speaks a
eulogy for an entire world
Forlorn and fearful, the remaining living
gathered in one long single file line
Hoping against hope for salvation, or, wishing for food and clean water
It stretched as far as the eye could see
Just beyond the dull grey horizon in both directions. The people of the line
knew not where they were headed, nor from whence they had came
Lamenting their fates
Marching in lockstep
Never slowing, never stopping
On borrowed time
Pushing forward to an unknown end
Questioning their decision
Regretting what they must do
Soon the line will reach its destination
The end will be reached
Under the cold, empty sky
Very few will make it that far
Without water, very few will make it even half way there. And the radiation, like a hundred powerful
X-rays, mutating DNA, and searing flesh
Yet some will make it to that place where the line finally ends
Zeus weeps for them even as he takes their souls to the world beyond
About the Creator
Everyday Junglist
Practicing mage of the natural sciences (Ph.D. micro/mol bio), Thought middle manager, Everyday Junglist, Boulderer, Cat lover, No tie shoelace user, Humorist, Argan oil aficionado. Occasional LinkedIn & Facebook user
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Comments (3)
Yet it is surely our future...
Wow, what a creative abecedarian poem!😍
Not just an Abecedarian but also a story.