“Post-Corona”
Part 3
Deserted streets
In a devastated city.
In an abandoned state
Walks a woman,
With a scrappy dog
And a desolate mind.
Barren,
After the plague,
After her regrets.
But the woman and her dog
Still walk, peacefully,
Beneath the star-lit skies.
Part 2
The trees are quiet today –
Even the birds have nothing to say –
As the aliens land, looking for a new home,
Leaving their parents’ abode they’ve outgrown.
Buildings remain, gathering dust.
Streetlights, standing tall, begin to rust.
The cars are all neatly parked,
As no one would go outside – to brave the dark,
The darkness of uncertainty,
Certain that the virus would catch them,
The darkness of anger and fear,
As if those were feelings they could hide from.
Their governments had failed;
Safety was an illusion, too easily shattered.
So they huddled in their homes,
As if that could be called living, and nothing else mattered.
Some Time Later
When she didn’t get sick,
She thought she was crazy.
How am I the only one left?
This must be some sort of trick.
The universe was vast
And she was alone –
On a giant rock with water,
The only home she’d ever known.
Until she met a mutt she named “Happy”.
Though she knew it was corny and sappy,
There was no one left in the world to judge,
And from her “Happy” decision, she would not budge.
The world was her oyster –
Though they had all died.
She would wander wherever,
Merrily, with Happy by her side.
The End?
When the aliens arrived,
Everyone there was surprised.
She was shocked and so was the dog,
They hadn’t thought anyone survived.
The aliens asked if she was “the Ruler”.
And though she never fancied herself a queen,
She could think of nothing cooler.
She said, “Yes, it’s all mine, everything you see.”
So the aliens explained their intentions,
They were only looking for a new start.
And so she invited them to share their inventions,
And, because she was lonely, she would share her home and her heart.
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