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