Endgame - Poem by Alan Hodgson
Under a cataclysmic sky
they sheltered from a wind so hot
it burned the leaves to ashes as they
watched in fascinated horror.
They’d not seen anyone else for days
and, having once stumbled across each other,
had now become inseparable companions,
lost in a world turned awry.
Behind a crumbling wall they sought refuge
in what once had been a garden,
its solitary tree bearing what they knew
to be the last of mankind’s fruit.
Starving, he plucked it from the twisted branch
and clumsily made her an offering of love.
She smiled sadly at his youthfulness,
but took it nonetheless, biting to the heart.
“You never did tell me your name” she whispered.
“Adam” sighed the boy, “ what’s yours? ”
“Eve” she replied, brushing away a tear
as poison rain fell on them like venom.
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