Aftermath
Post-Apocalypse could be like that book
the one about the Irish monastics
how out of cells they saved civilization
by chanting greetings to every hour
by alchemical means of brewing beer
by handcrafting illuminated texts
Inspired by their Rule, we could reset
assemble who remains into Orders
I’d be glad to do my monkish duty
praying the community’s breviary
weeding the community’s berry bed
baking the community’s daily bread
I’d volunteer to copy Little Women
put Jacob’s ladder in the inner margin
next to Beth’s death scene
she would be the uppermost angel
her left foot balanced on the highest rung
right ready to take the next rungless step
(Inspired by the poem Reasons to Live Through the Apocalypse by Nikita Gill. Prompt shared by the editors of Backchannels Journal at the May 2022 Free Generative Writing Workshops)
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