In the year 3000,
when the cockroach is king,
much like now, during the bush wars
that's been Dick Cheney's thing,
long after the mushroom
clouds all dissipate,
and the world is destroyed
by the force of man's hate.
the wan remnants, survivors
all those chosen secured,
in the presidental and,
V.I.P. bunkers interred,
will emerge to sheer chaos.
when they're given the word.
As a hoard of quite massive
insect populations,
will swarm and devour,
a dehumanization,
sending the rest,
in a panic, back down,
the tunnels to the shelters
lying far below ground,
re-sealing the doors,
against new ways to die,
and there they will squat,
while hope fades from their eyes
till the water runs out,
and the food is all gone,
facing sure death
with no place to move on,
each forced to consume,
tiny replicas of,
the much larger species,
of those cockroaches above,
till their skin clings to bones
and there's nothing left fresh,
each at last comprehending
the starvation of flesh.
Author notes
In The Year 3000
A contest entry
- † Iron Poet † 3 by Penz.
450 points, ended June 5, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow. this is a scary possibility. i hate wars. i can see you hate them too, or the idiots who start them. amazing write
-Apoetforplsouth -
This is not a pretty picture, and I'm thankful I won't be around to experience this holocaust. I've heard it said that the only two things that will survive a nuclear disaster are cockroaches and Keith Richard. I loved the political aspect of the first few lines. I don't believe in hell, but sometimes I wish I did. Good luck in this contest. Peace, Liz
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Good start for a no. 1 entry. This poem is well thought out. I love post-apocalyptic type of stuff and this one is surely one of them.
Hopefully this doesn't happen in the year 3000!
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