Treasure Island

Penni Currie

(1960 / Scotland)

Days of Darkness


Rats
In their thousands
creeping over the desolate land
scouring for food - for life
The stench was sickening
The sky black, thickening
so no light passed through

Ants
In their millions
crawling through the empty houses
looking for crumbs - anything
dead bodies all over
or writhing in pain
as the skies darken again

Humans
In their hundreds
Staggering through the empty streets
In their hunt for companionship - and food
cursing their predators
Dead or dying from pain
As the whole earth dies.

1979

Submitted: Saturday, March 04, 2006
Edited: Saturday, June 14, 2014

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inspired by the Bowie song Diamond Dogs

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