Today

God has abandoned his creations,

And yet they still live.

Ravenously.

Hungrily.

Feasting on the dreams

Of those who dare to,

Breathing in the smoke

Of the bodies there before,

Fueled by the fossils.

They chase after an objective

That no one knows the object of.

Gnawing away at the

Post apocalyptic propaganda.

Laughing at the

Common good.

Tearing each other

Limb from limb,

Always forgetting their

common enemy.

Touch my hair.

Take my hand.

Feel the pulse in my wrist.

Can you understand me?

Am I speaking words that help,

Or hinder?

Can I believe in something

If I cannot strike the match?

To burn down a planet

Is to save it.

Can you kiss me one last time?

Can we go outside?

Where do you think we go when we die?