89 Seconds To Midnight. Poem by Tara Schley

As they went about their daily life:
reproducing,
crafting stone tools,
eating berries,
birds,
and mushrooms,
creating jewellery out of feathers and shells,
did they know they were the last of their kind?

40,000 years later(give or take) , us proliferated humans throng on the four corners of Earth: reproducing,
crafting,
eating,
and creating.

We move about our daily life, the last surviving species of Hominins
teetering
precariously
on the tip of the branch.

With nobody left,
to dig up our bones.

Tara Schley