Written by m ennenbach

legacy

the earth
dies
around me
the green
turns
to yellow
turns
to brown
turns
to mulch

for once
the carpet
matches
the drapes
or
the depression
matches
the season
or
whatever
blah blah blah

i have
never
had much
but for a minute
i had it all
so rock bottom
isn’t a new
locale
but one
i had hoped
to avoid
the half empty
bottle of rum
makes me think
i was due

my mind
has
been winter
since summer
spat fire
from the sky

i do not
yearn
for spring
new growth
in the death
of civility
doesn’t befit
a man of my
lowly stature

i am the
product
of an ice age
i am content
to just fade away
leaving nothing
but a ravaged
radically
different
landscape behind

i am nuclear winter
unclean
untamed

this is my legacy

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