On the Seventh Day by Sarah L Dixon

On the first day

the earth was stripped of coal,

the trees were burnt

for the good of the future.

A future that humans

will not inhabit.


On the second day

the last of the farmed animals

were eaten

and in a meat frenzy

every other land walker:

cats, tapirs, porcupines.


On the third day

the oceans and lakes were drained

the rivers dredged

ending and eating all marine life,

waterway fowl and fish.

Narrowboats were grounded.


On the fourth day

most realised that

consuming life and fuel

did not make them feel more alive

but had begun to make them dead

from the inside too.


On the fifth day

the dawn chorus was silenced.

Roast starlings and poached magpie.

Blue tits and wrens were loud

annoyances too small to snack on

so beaks were tied tight with teethed tags.


On the sixth day

the last humans were tied too.

This left just one.

This one who some had voted in.

Many regretted the placement

of their ballot box X.


On the seventh day

silence reigned

as scared eyes flashed fear

behind self-sewn blindfolds

and mouths shouted against gags.

It takes this to become human?


Sarah L Dixon is based in Chorlton, Manchester and tours as The Quiet Compere.  She has been published in The Interpreter’s House, The Lake, Obsessed With Pipework, Domestic Cherry and on a beer-mat and in Half Moon OWF Press anthology in 2016 among others. Sarah’s inspiration comes from being by water and adventures with her six-year-old, Frank.  She is still attempting to write better poetry than Frank did aged 4! 


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