The Dying Had Begun
I didn’t think there’d be no fishes
by David Keig
Never thought there’d be no birds
No people on the highways
And no barking dogs were heard.
All this felt cold and distant
It was my universe sucked dry
The stars fixed in the heavens
And no blueness in the sky.
The saints they had all warned us
But we’d discounted what they’d said
We’d killed what was most needed
And very soon would kiss the dead.
The earth seemed dark beside me
No light from any sun
No wind, no tides, no moonshine
The dying had begun.