The Day The Last Poet Died

As the Earth was being bombarded, Meteors crashed down with all of their might And the dust rose high into the sky And God's sunshine was hid from Man's sight... Alone, beneath the dying Earth, One man was now searching a cavern And so full of wonder at what he saw That he began in writing his poem... Mankind was perishing above As the last poet was writing his rhymes Oblivious to the final prayers At the very end of Man's times... He smiled as the poem was written, Corrected a few lines and sighed, For the cavern was filled with a glowing That filled his young heart with new pride... Then the cavern was trembling all over And the glowing was crushed in an hour And the beauty and glory had vanished As all of Man's dreams had turned sour... The aliens discovered the planet... The poet the last man alive... The rescued him, healed him and fed him, With strong hopes the man would survive... Translating his poem to their thoughts, They read all the thoughts in his mind... Preserving his poems forever As the legacy that he left behind... Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.