Praying Flowers

How can an olive branch be extended

When all the trees are withered?

The earth has been salted, and

Soil poisoned from the fallout

Only the insects remain, the predators

Have all been eradicated with their prey

It’s those outside the chain that

Survive, like the flowers that prayed for

Our demise, willing to suffer so we may

Have our long awaited extinction event

They know they’ll recover, ever resilient

And can now grow uninterrupted

Where they won’t be cut down,

Arranged into a bouquet with strangers,

To die and wither on top of a lonely grave