The End Is The Beginning (A Poetic Short Story)

Mutually

assured

destruction.

It rushed in 
like a gale force wind 
steadily gusting.
Moved by the swinging, 
double-edged swords 
deftly clutched in 
the hands 
of the Angel of Destruction.

Nothing stands.
The fruits of the labor of man 
all razed; 
crushed into sand.

Entrusted to the care 
of time to repair 
the post traumatic stress
from Earth’s reprimand.

Living people 
made equal; 
the meek do 
inherit the Earth 
in the sequel.

The evils of man?
They lay in waste 
‘cross the land.
To survive, 
we set up tribes 
and we band 
together.

United minds 
are more clever 
than any of us on our own
though we are prone 
to look out for number one –
that bullsh!t is done – 
stand together 
or we die alone.

It’s time to reassess 
what matters, 
as those who collect 
and process the data –
the scribes like

 you and I 
who refused to die
just to record 
how the few survived 
in the after math...

of a new beginning…

- HymnAgen