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Reflections on Our Coming Doom

John Nichols
Poetry
Science Fiction

Doomsday has landed before, you know:
Chicxulub killed off the dinosaurs,
Tookoonooka took out most of us
leaving a few African remnants

who became our fathers.  But we
are different from the lizards and
those hominids.  We knew it could come
yet smugly we sat and dithered while

thinking Apophis would just miss us,
not seeing one in our blind spot.
All that we have done will be gone, dust
and smoke:  The Great Wall, the Taj, your loves,

us.  How long now before our bones
are found by someone? Will they weep, place
our bones in a museum?  Or
dig our lost flesh to run their world?

                                                                     


 

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Copyright 2009, John Nichols. All rights reserved.

John Nichols is a high school Social Studies teacher in Cleveland who hopes some day to lead his classes on a field trip to a black hole.

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