Almond Blossoms

O3: the ghosts of tomorrow

[song: stairway to heaven - led zeppelin]

with sunken cheeks they stood, with a

hollow beat in an empty sternum.

with gasping breaths and

oxygen masks, their grimy faces streaked with

dried saline;

a world full of toxins.

it gets harder to pull in each breathe,

we were given a dilemma

we chose the obvious

and now we suffer.

was this the omega

for our kind?

all the records

every discovery

every carved rock, every song and every word ever written

every creation, every epiphany that let us survive,

dust was all that was left.

crumbling back into the abyss of creation;

the sea of chaos like a warm embrace

all caught up in the eye of the storm

a strange calm surround

ashes of another age blow by

when would the creatures survive?