Take Up Your Book

After the apocalypse,
the fiefdoms were growing?
buttercups? with golden flowers,
cupshaped.

Anemones and hellebores/
aconites and clematises/
famed for making lethal?
poisonous seeds.

So much went through us.

A billion years after? there will be
no life/ on earth. But we
have become lifeless now?
the poems incomplete.

It was getting smaller?
and smaller? the tall man.