the fox and the final woman

the fox coils his wicked body around the globe
drinking of the oceans
feasting of the land
his tail smothers continents in it's serpentine chokehold

pirate ships set sail through the unending night
growing more determined and vengeful as the darkness refuses to concede

on one thin slice of earth
unencumbered by shadows
a small boy sits with his sister
building radiant castles from the sand still illuminated
viewing the sun in its final eclipse
and understanding his libido for the first time
he walks naked to the water
as the sky opens wide
and the horizon is swallowed

in this cool digestive rush
the last man
the final woman
together for the only time
met their chilly end

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