Last Man Left Standing

• Beth Brockett, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

The landscape is desolate, bloody and torn
The shadows are creeping, there shall be no dawn
The silence is brutal, wounding my ears
All life is gone, no sound I can hear
The world so familiar is finally lost, long gone

We humans were entirely responsible for this defeat
Destroying the world with the paths that we beat
In our grey footsteps lay destruction and death
The world gathered itself up, drew a last breath
Revolted against us, threw us down to its feet

The world overcame came us, left us broken and stranded
However it was dying, by us eternally branded
The life was diminishing, a fire dying in its hearth
In that final hour all was gone from the earth
And yet, here I am, the last man left standing.