Maverick Mist

A Post Apocalyptic Poem
by Lewis Cavallo

All these days are filled with rust,
With nothing living on the earth’s crust.

Ships and cars and planes and hearts,
Are all that you’ll find,
But who said that the human race has become refined?

Civilization has ended… Yes,
Cultures have been removed… Yes,
Common sense ceases to be relevant… Yes,
But was it not compulsory before?

Perhaps the era of technology has ended,
And most souls of the past have descended,
But we are still human after all…
Aren’t we?

Does a smart phone and a suit and a job and a home,
Make us the humans we have all known,
Or is there something inside of all of us,
Something that helps the wounded,
Instead of our own.

Maybe it’s the feeling inside when we see another,
The rush of excitement, pain, fear and the next world,
To discover.

Maybe it’s the thought of putting down,
What has so much to offer just for your own needs,
Greedy…
Needy…

I don’t see a difference from this world and the last,
Perhaps someone I stumble upon will shut me down fast,
Or perhaps they will nod and walk on, right past.

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