Infected. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Sad impropriety has led me here
To the edge of the earth and my life
Ghosts of wrongdoing play repeatedly
Their songs of loss in my troubled thoughts
Out there lies the largest mass of strife
We have ever seen and the world squirms
Prior to its time of demise and non existence
Interstellar winds will bear the only evidence
That we once were… us the planet of human insectium.
When I awake these days after troubled slumber
I no longer jump to see the beautiful shining world
Rather I withdraw and creep back into transience
And I do not stop to open the curtain
And let the breeze, the light and an earth song in
As once upon a time I used to.

I now live in a corridor of low and less light.