The Last Night of the Earth Poems

Dinosauria, We

Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of…

Oct 18, 2011 1 1

• armageddon
• end times
• futurism
• poetry
• science fiction
• society