that it was the last gasp of our civilization.
lights flickered, then decayed like a candle flame in rising wax
that our cities would become lost cities.
crushed under the inexorable force of a chlorophyl-fueled army
that five billion was a killable number.
most of them never knowing why it was they had to die
If we’d have known…
we could have said good-bye.
we could have raged against fate.
it would have been all the more horrific.