Oct 2, 2022
Archtober 2022 Day 2
Millennium
I hope my bones wither
and turn into dust
that breeds flora which pull sheets of
greenery over our fallen empires
taking back into the earth
the dust from whence it all came.
I hope my Mother
sings Her adamic lullabies
over the slumbering Lion and Lamb as
stars blink in morse
years too late to say goodbye to the
humans who fought themselves to extinction.
I hope that in the end
it was all worth the agony
and the ecstacy of being human
as the years erode our memory
leaving nothing but bruises
and heartfelt efforts of Love