Last Man On Earth
The last man on earth sat at his desk
In his little room
He looked at the dead cell phone
And the wires and trappings of a different life
He flipped the light switch up and then down
Waiting for the light that would not come
And wondered why no one thought about the fact
That you can’t eat machines
As they laid dying and emaciated phones clutched in hand
Like they were the keys to the underworld
He went to the cupboard to see what was left
Emptiness was all he found, emptiness for days
And it was at this point that he threw his shoe
Through the dark screen of the computer
Because at least that sound
Shattered the silence
It had been years since he had heard something so loud
And the ringing in his ears served as a reminder that he was still alive
And somewhere in his chest
He could feel the pulse
The beating heart of humanity that longs to survive
Even in complete annihilation
He would follow that drumming out from behind his desk
And through the doors of his prison
To find that the sun was shining
And birds were singing
Breeze was blowing
And grass was growing
And he realized what others could not or would not
The world moves on
Life will find a way
It always has and always will
And as he took a seat under a shade tree
He closed his eyes and exhaled for the last time
And the passing of humanity was regarded
With as much concern as a fly on the back of a cow
A brief nuisance
Flicked into a vast eternity
Copyright © Erin Cowart | Year Posted 2020
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