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| The Conductors, Kate Woman-Becker |
Two Views and a Haiku
The end, when it came,
Rated barely a whimper.
Rated barely a whimper.
The last humans boarded ships
And set sail toward the stars.
Household pets went feral
When laps and can openers
Both disappeared
Into the thinnest of air.
Brick, metal and plastic eroded
On the planet they left behind,
Decayed even in cities above the rising tides,
Yet cells still built upon themselves
Becoming fur and claws and gleaming eyes.
How does a cat conduct himself
At the end of the world?
With dignity, of course,
Always dignity.
The
cat fancier looks and thinks:
“Oh no, her paws and tummy will be all
wet.”
The
science fiction author:
“The leaves show that it’s October Country.”
A
Katrina survivor:
“Just like when the waters receded in the
lower 9th ward.”
The
ex-con:
“Me, I ain’t never gonna get behind
no bars again.”
A
preacher:
“So
might the gates of Hell be guarded by a black furred Beelzebub!”
Inevitably,
Rails of
thought lead us to our
Own
destinations.
Lola
Lucas