"Extinction" // Last Updated 27.July.2007

Written when I was about thirteen. I used to be something of a crazy environmentalist when I was younger. This was written, actually, during my mellowing period.

“Dammit,” the world sighs, And so she lowers her head. All of her children sit upon her thighs As it creeps upon her -- that feeling of dread -- For the next time she blinked Her children would all be dead. “Mother,” says one, “I never thinked You would never let us go.” But his voice is overpowered By the arid wind that blew.