When The Earth Diesx Poem by Sheena Blackhall

When the Earth Dies
When the earth dies,
All that will be left
Will be a table with no picnic

Derelict cranes of the wreckers
Will tower over the heat seared eyes of lambs

Jungles will be charred to ash
An occasional bird will fall from the poisoned clouds
Like a dropped stone

Nothing will breathe
Somewhere an abandoned boat will rock

A volcano will drip red tears into the abyss
Over the carcinoma that was earth
There will be no need to lock a door

In cities skyscrapers will stand like frozen prophets
Mould will creep everywhere
Coral will turn to pitch black candy floss
Text will be wiped from all the holy books
Who needs a hearse
When no-one's alive to carry it
And Death is marching
Banging the final drum?