Apocalypse poem #5–the apocalypse survivor kit

Lu Zenghai is building an ark
to float his family safe through what he thinks
is another flood coming & we laugh,
the way they laughed at Noah
because he is millenia out of fashion
in survival techniques

in the ’50s, 60s & ’70s
bomb shelters were the fashion
of the passionately paranoid
while we children crawled under desks
in school, whispering below
the shriek of sirens
singing down bombs
that never struck

as if planes were the real threat

what protection would those desks offer
from warheads that were aimed
but never deployed
just stockpiled in a race
with no winners

no–there was no running from that
no matter how deep you dug
or how thick you poured
concrete walls

the survivalists appeared again
for the Y2K disaster
that never happened
but they kept their propane tanks
& tinned beef/just in case

& now people of similar preparedness
bordering on insanity have catalogs
& order apocalypse survival kits,
backpacks heavy with water purifiers
& jerky.  the best have bullets
(gun not included)
for hunting or protecting
what earth
remains soft enough to till
or build on

odd, if you think of it
with most everyone else dead
& the planet empty to choose space from
what would be left worth killing

or worth fighting over
to own?

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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24 Responses to Apocalypse poem #5–the apocalypse survivor kit

  1. Bruce Ruston says:

    I was very disappointed with Y2K

    • Oh, me too–all those hours spent editing and recompiling programs–loads and loads of work for me, and then–pffffft. I wanted at least a few rumbles (although coming from nothing I had written for GE, LOL).

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    ever see that bomb shelter episode on the Twilight Zone? your poem conjured up that same panic and turn on your fellow man mindset.. love it Susan.

  3. mobius faith says:

    Provocative poem. I wonder if fighting would continue as a way of staying sane – which would be the ultimate insanity.

  4. Miriam E. says:

    this one gave me the chills. strong work, Susan!

  5. A manifesto for the reflecting pacifist! well painted!

    • Thanks, Noel! I firmly believe (hypothetically) if there are 2 men left alive (not a man and a woman, or a woman and a woman), at some point they will find a way to fight over the ashes and bones. Am I being a pessimist? BTW, my mind is loving all of these “what if” scenarios…

  6. I guess people grasp at anything at the prospect of losing everything in order to feel they have some control. Lots to think about here. Very nice!

  7. ruleofstupid says:

    Have you been checking my new header?!
    Anyway #17 and #2b aside – whoa – you totally Christmasified your bloghouse!!
    That was unexpected. I like it though – festive not glitzy (festish?) 🙂


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  10. nelle says:

    Heh, how well I recall the to our knees cover head with hands routine practised during the Cuban missile crisis. Crazy time.

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  12. I am back. 🙂 Exactly my sentiments, Susan. What will be left on that day to destroy or fight over? probably our sinful, selfish and grabbing souls. Well done

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