Steem-Pocalypse Poetry Day 13--Round 1

Communion

Mostly we’ve encountered men
on this survival journey
turned afterlife examination.
Where are the women?
Better at hiding?
Less confrontational?
Dead like me?

If all humans died
in this apocalypse,
then a few new ones sprouted
out of the bones and ashes
of the dead,
could we be better?
Do better.

Love one another.
Care for the planet.
Lift each other up.
Live with just enough.

Forget about Adam and Eve.
Consider yourself a plant grown from a seed.