Mankind End

Mankind End 

by Lourdes Fleming Alonso

The thunderous roar plunged deep into the darkest blue hole

awakening the meekest of us.

Immediately, night turned to day

Lasting longer than the one sixty years ago in 1945.

Explosive bright lights flickering tiered floral display

While illuminating the whole place;

a kaleidoscope of colors decorative and delicate

Except the terrifying bed gutted and slashed

where once laid the last vestige of the two-leggers.

It was apparently an important one

because they recovered it many years back.

Relentless, the cruel purges continued;

sludge killing and chemical poisoning 

turned the most colorful tapestries gray

and then the Giants disappeared.

Those blessed small enough to squirm 

 into the tiniest crevices---invisible---

manage to extinguish the misery

of the atmospheric conditions all around.

The apocalyptic blast was unlike any other.

The surreal bizarreness of the silence engulfed.

Finally, an end to the two-leggers!