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!