the end

The End?

Polluted sea slaps against
a cold shore where the rest
of a jade skinned humanity
sit and wait for a salvation
that will not come;

they watch each other die,
then eat the rotting flesh,
grunting and biting, they
have lost the will to speak;

when, there is no one left
the seas will clear, the sky
too, and from dark, rich soil
abundance will shoot;

but will there be conscious
life around to benefit from
the world’s renewal?