When the city came down, flight was not an option, literal or figurative. We were cut off from the world, our own forever changed, no idea who survived or where.
weren’t taken down by the strife of nations fighting over god and
territory – never asking approval from the people who suffered and died –
nor a “rogue operative” with a dirty bomb.
We did it ourselves,
too busy focusing on sucking all the resources from the earth to notice
the cracks – in society, the ice, the flatlands.
Seas rising, land trembling, our only prayers now are for a merciful end.