As Green Covers Grey

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
At the end of the world a man contemplates what he has done and why.

Submitted: July 12, 2017

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Submitted: July 12, 2017



Witnesses are fleeting,

Expressing malleable meaning while breathing.

But once their gone,

So is right and wrong.


Frozen fearless,

Bloated tearless corpses,

Peer less and less as flesh and time swells,

Hiding who they were and what they loved.


Energy starved clocks stop.


The dead rot on the road

Outside our home,

Looking more and more

Like clones of a clone.


The first few nights the phones rang,

Lighting up the dead.

A chorus of unanswered calls,

A latent manifestation of the virus I spread.

The calls became sparser

As fear filled voice-mails melted in the sun.


I scavenged the bodies and listened to a few,

The shattered voices

Inquired, “Are you safe?”

Or proclaimed, “I have it too!”


The absence of eyes,

Lurking and looking.

Lowers my stress.

But I didn't do it for me.

I did it for us.


My girl,

My boy,

You must trust.


As I rock you,

Know that we are safe.

I have made our blood strong

Against the plague.


When you grow, you can play

In the fertilized fields,

As green covers grey.

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