By Nikoli Weir

One day we will be no more.

All that will remain

Are decaying ruins

That stick like a stain

To the Earth’s surface.

Wildlife will return

And live amongst our ghosts.

Nature will bubble and churn

Within our dead cities

Of concrete and steel.

Our tombstones will be buried

Beneath eternal winter.

Our monuments will crumble,

They will shatter and splinter

Beneath the weight of nature and time.

Our forgotten ghosts will wander

Through abandoned city streets

Beneath dead neon signs.

With sore and bloody feet

They forever will walk.

And one day even

Our pale ghosts will die

With no one around 

To mourn for them or cry;

They will simply disappear.

They will fade away;

They will wade into

The cold, dead ocean

Which will bubble and brew

And consume them slowly.

Slowly, the ocean will rise

And eat at the dead land,

And our cities will tumble

Into the sea, pushed by death’s hand

And they too will be consumed.