Gershon Wolf Poet Personification

Lifeless Shores

Bloodless insects slink down cracks and fissures
   Chastised Earth mumbles her prayer
Aimless buzzards circle, eyeing lifeless shores

Dreaded gases envelop jungles
   Mighty timbers writhe on forest's floor
Weeds grotesque choke once-cities
   Soundless streets of dark glory's gore...

Stagger, Stumble, Wretch and Heave
   The Last Day on this Planet grieves

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Allen Beilschmidt Sr. May 23, 2019 at 5:07 PM Powerful poem. It is countdown time. Gershon Wolf May 23, 2019 at 6:41 PM Here we go: 5 billion (years) 4 billion, nine-hundred ninety-nine million, nine-hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred ninety-nine (years)… Stick around, we'll get to the end of this "Planet Earth" thing... LOL. Thanks so much for your support, allen! Best wishes, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger May 22, 2019 at 11:51 PM I am shuddering as it seems closer now. Gershon Wolf May 23, 2019 at 12:53 PM You're feeling is justified, Caren. The end is at least one nanosecond closer now, about 4,999,999,999 years away or so. Don't lose any sleep over it now. :) gw

Michelle Faulkner May 22, 2019 at 10:47 PM Let's hope this dystopian future never comes to pass- Gershon Wolf May 23, 2019 at 12:50 PM Not in our lifetimes... not for a few billion years anyway, according to the astronomers... Just didn't want you to miss out on the exciting details. LOL. :) gw