~

Extinction

~

Lost,

Emaciated...

She nudges her mate

Where the blood pores out

From a gaping wound.

Her offspring now gone too;

Appendages left in the hot sun 

By the relentlessness

Of carnivorous predators;

The carnage of lifes motion.

~

She stares out across the horizon

As if looking for an answer 

In what to do next...

Sensing a finality.

~ 

A bony, malnourished ribcage 

Extends itself

From her onion-skin membrane.

Her eyes milky

And exhausted 

The result from 

That of a transitory run.

Without a mate

She now stands in the crosshairs

Of a timelined oblivion.

~

The apocalypse

...now her drumbeat.

~

~ ....ian