The End
by Holly Day

     
    People lurk like shadows in the city zoo.
    Creatures stand mummified in cages. 
    A sign by the freeway says subversives are welcome here.
    
    Afraid of losing ourselves, we embrace
    the modern world’s audio gospel. The voices say 
    this world is sterile of life and Heaven is full.
    
    People lurk like shadows in the city’s zoos and
    in the sewers the politicians will eventually rename.
    We are all rotten apples now.
    
    
Packingtown Review – Vol. 22, Fall 2024

Holly Day's ’s poetry has recently appeared in Analog SF, Cardinal Sins, and New Plains Review, and her published books include Music Theory for Dummies and Music Composition for Dummies. She currently teaches classes at The Loft Literary Center in Minnesota, Hugo House in Washington, and The Muse Writers Center in Virginia.

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