AFTER THE APOCALYPSE

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What if the Apocalypse wasn’t a bad thing?

What if the Apocalypse was the right thing?

The resolve we have been waiting for?

The resoluting note to a chord struck flat and out of key.

The reverberation oscillating at a new frequency,

To pull us out of ruts reinforced with steel 

and centuries of structure unsound; 

signifying Nothing.

A revolution categorized outside of its industrial ties.

Heartwarmingly opposed.

Organically-inclined.

The

APOCALYPSE 

brought about death to a society wrought with instability. 

What occurs afterwards is not necessarily a bad thing.

The birds did not fly South for the winter.

In fact, they tunnelled 

down.

They filed for construction licenses,

                       hired contractors,

                       and began work on Southern travel on a 

different plane.

They flocked to mines in Sudbury

Taking over spaces once held by flightless union workers 

Now inhabited by soaring yellow jackets

out of construction worker orange, 

clad in the plumage of a different hue.

Adorned in the necessary safety precautions, They transform rock quarries into Roadless Superhighways as they tunnel 

   

deeper

 

and

 

deeper

 

into 

 

the 

Earth

center

of

the

It’s certainly warmer south of the equator, but travelling below it is just as good 

 if not better. 

The birds now burrow in the winter months. 

Abandoning their foliage-covered homes for something a little darker, 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and a space that is rightfully their own.

They fly straight into the Earth’s molten core scorching themselves. 

 

They are well above

 

 

 

 

 

 

what they

could handle. 

- a lot warmer -

- or below - 

 - or anyone - 

They bring their paperwork with them.

Abandoning everything in a final declaration

of supplication,

of regret,

of refusal.

                                                                                                                                             

 

 

Abandoning life as they know it.

For one

of mystery.

 

For one

of surprise.

to

our

sunlit

back

snow

Travelling

rise

from 

this

they

firey

melted

Like phoenixes,

core

spaces

speeds

exploding

at

lightning

back

budding

and

blooming

below.

from

They are changed.

They want little to do with the ways things were. 

They are ready for us to join them. 

To reinvent what was. 

To ditch and discover new.

time,

and

after

final

it

the

for

Sun

rose

the 

would

wilt.

Petals

peeling

orbit,

into

away

off

as

float

they

in

shades

continents

of

red;

Eventually

the

Canopying

tumbling

into

the

Sea.

A

newborn

a

child.

giant

like

planet

blanket

the

swaddling

After the Apocalypse,                                                                                             

Earth would regress

to a second

childishness.

A second chance to grow, 

 To be taught,

    To be nurtured,

To be loved. 

From then on the Sun would instead bloom

Reversing roles of air and land

Plum trees

Watercress

Magnolias

Daffodils

,

,

,

,

,

,

Peonies

Dandelions

,

Daisies

Baby's Breath

Rooting in the sky permanently. 

We

begin

to

walk

on

air

particles.

We

sit

in

the

clouds

and

point

out

passing

vaguely

look

like

that

past

shrubs

politicians

or

barnyard

animals.

We admire the birds that fly through     

Rocks.

the

We remind ourselves

to cut back the grass

before it gets too long

and dangles from the sky like party streamers.

A world

rearranged, 

Remastered

      Where we look up to the Earth Sky for inspiration.   

 

Where we cherish the land upon which we once walked with the same wonder and amazement as the infinite sky once out of reach,

now inhabited.

This garden will not be written about in a large important book.

It will be lived on.

It will be lived.

It will live on

AFTER THE APOCALYPSE

by Simone Matheson

Thank you so very much Sheniz Janmohamed, Kevin Matthew Wong, April Leung, Angela Sun and Merlin Simard for so wonderfully facilitating and coordinating this program. For offering excellent insight, and creating such an inspiring and positive space for growth and creation. I am so so grateful.  

Congratulations Triza "teecup" Kuntai, Lesedi Keitsile, Tyler Bell, Shamiso "Miso" Chigwende, Emma Russell-Trione, Cypress, Amal, Gael Cohen, Jose Gonzalez Ferrio, and Jett Mozarowski-Lavallee. I cannot wait to see all that you create.