Apocalypse

Tear it down.

Begin again.

Does anyone care?

The apocalypse could be nigh and facebook would be flooded with updates. No one reaching out, finding the ones they love for that final embrace, that last magic spark as flesh meets flesh.

Just a generation, nay population, of blinkered sheep, bleating and twittering about what they wish they'd done.

Well wake the fuck up and do it.

Do it today, because tomorrow never comes, and yesterday was wasted.

I have the same dream nightly, a world devoid of humans, no concrete abominations. Just nature and all its beautiful mystery just left to happen. Ice caves left to grow, great caverns of glistening crystalline frost. Huge rivers and underground water ways. Nature returning to balance. In my dream I view all this from an astral plain, the last observer of pure beauty before humanity is forgotten.

A failed mistake slowly erased.

Then I awake with a jolt. In reality my dream will be a nightmare. Every form of beauty used for some resource that man-unkind thinks it needs.

A world consumed by human locust, maybe never to recover. What then, off into space to rinse and repeat, like some monster shampoo stinging the eyes of the gods.