Last One On Earth, Turn out The Lights

Violet grass, coffee moon, death-scented air
The wind above moves stars
but down below is still
The world is damp and treeless, lacking humans
but you and I and a thousand corpses
And snakes.
Oh the snakes
crawling through a grass minefield
Step carefully
To whatever lies on the other side of night

I howl at the moon
wretchedly

waiting for my mind to snap