AFTER THE APOCALYPSE
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;
A revolution categorized outside of its industrial ties.
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
They filed for construction licenses,
and began work on Southern travel on a
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
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
- a lot warmer -
- or below -
- or anyone -
They bring their paperwork with them.
Abandoning everything in a final declaration
Abandoning life as they know it.
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.
After the Apocalypse,
Earth would regress
to a second
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;
Rooting in the sky permanently.
We admire the birds that fly through
We remind ourselves
to cut back the grass
before it gets too long
and dangles from the sky like party streamers.
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,
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.