An apocalyptic poem today that tries to capture the atmosphere of a world collapsing in various ways. The title is the name given to one of the largest ever extinction event’s in the Earth’s history, long before that of the dinosaurs.
The predators are returning to the cities;
their gleaming eyes flit through rubbish dumps
and shine in the black depths of parks,
the only things really alive under the moon.
The golden lie still rings out,
but leafing through old books is no use now,
nor are the latest discoveries
of different ways of flying.
Death has climbed in through the open window
and the last of our fugitives
will soon be tracked and caught,
like tigers crushed by the coils of giant snakes.
Published in Beir Bua
S.C. Flynn 