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Whispers of a Chicxulub Witness

The end of an age

By Derek ReinhardPublished about a month ago 1 min read
Whispers of a Chicxulub Witness
Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash

What is this grainy, gray dust

powdering the verdure?

I taste bitter iron.

What happened to the sun?

Why did the stars go blind?

What is this strange rain?

Today is colder than yesterday.

What happened to the sun?

My pack is as thin as ribs.

Why do so many gather in sleep?

Today is colder than cold.

What happened to the sun?

The carrion jaws

give me no heed.

My mate fell and dust billowed

thicker than stinging bugs once flew.

I can no longer see

the now extinguished sun.

What is this sleepy sadness of

Death’s rumbling arrival?

What happened…?

nature poetry

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Derek Reinhard

A poet without a portfolio. Published productivity author, writes quirky stories and poetry about life and relationships.

My productivity books here

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Comments (4)

  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a month ago

    A well deserved poem!!!

  • Manisha Dhalaniabout a month ago

    Very well written!

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    I love the sense of uncertainty in the poem! Well done!

  • Joe Pattersonabout a month ago

    Nicely written.

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