when the last of us
shits a grin on their face
and the final bomb drops
and there is no more gas
at the pumps,
boy, will we have learned then.
when the clouds are thick
with acid
and the nights rain fire
in the eyes
and no one listens anymore
because language was lost
too many days ago-
only then will we have
our fill of death.
when the children
snarl
like sharks
hunting on the blood
of the swollen
and every mouth hangs agape
waiting for something to fill it,
only then will we see
the big winding road behind us,
only then will we realize
it's too goddamn late.
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