Free Verse: Last Words

A fan favorite, written for a prompt in 2013: write a “last words” poem. Dedicated to my son (and to me, and to every other red-head out there).

Last Words

At the edge of our extinction
there will be
one last person to die.
I hope that it is a Ginger
who before expiring
shakes a fist at the dead of humanity
and screams,
“How’s this for recessive, you Bastards!”

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