April 12th, 2019



I demand that the human race
ceases multiplying its kind
and bow out
I advise it

And as punishment & reward for making this plea I know
I’ll be reborn
the last human

Everybody else dead and I’m an old woman roaming the earth
groaning in caves
sleeping on mats

And sometimes I’ll cackle, sometimes
pray, sometimes cry, eat & cook
at my little stove
in the corner
‘Always knew it anyway,’
I’ll say
And one morning wont get up from my mat