Man's Last Goodbye Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Sara Teasdale)

The rain will fall,
as it usually in summer does,
or in winter in Mediterranean climates
or even in spring

but the clouds that gather in the sky
will be radioactive filled with death
pouring down from the sky

but no bird will sing,
at the beginning of spring
and there will be nothing living
to mind when mankind perishes utterly
as in selfishness he has taken everything with him

and only desolation will be left
when everything living is gone
and maybe for evermore
the earth will be a planet of death,
just one huge funeral site.