I visited a dead city once.
no roads, no shelters, no bodies.
There were only broken walls,
shattered roads, and souls –
an aftermath of war.
I believe that after our final lesson
of letting go of life,
the souls learn how to stay
and so among these ruins,
they kick back, relax, and love cosmically
because this graveyard was and is their home.
In the wreckage,
on some stones, I found epitaphs
“A. Stark, died protecting his family”.
On others, I found eulogies written by
one dead friend to another dead friend.
There was destruction here but also a promise
that these souls were safe
There was hate but also love,
my fear but also my hope.
I’m scared that the world will end in war,
that the last thing we’ll hear
will be a battlecry or the silent roars of bombs,
that we’ll go out with a big bang too.
We’ll fight for just a day too long
and spit curses,
catapulting us towards oblivion.
I’m afraid that with the flick of a switch,
we’ll ‘factory data reset’ the world
and just like that, cease to exist.
No more history, no more books, no more readers.
Just broken buildings and the howls
of nature. Smoke, ash, death.
I’m very scared that this tendency
of humans to fill in silences with noise
will lead us to destruction
because not many of us understand
that silences and peace are deep conversations
and war is small talk.
But I am also hopeful
that love will save some of us.
When the human call of death comes,
two young souls will hide.
People with hearts so in love that the universe
deems it too big a loss
to lose them.
I’ve always pictured these two kids
finding shelter in the deepest corners
of the world. If need be, the Earth will crack open
and keep them safe inside.
They’ll be put to sleep while heaven
sings them lullabies
and hell itself rises to protect them.
No war, no screams, no hate
will reach them.
And when they’re ready,
they’ll come back up
and be our next Adam and Eve.
I’m hopeful that something as magical
will bring us back to life.