A fan favorite, written for a http://www.writersdigest.com prompt in 2013: write a “last words” poem. Dedicated to my son (and to me, and to every other red-head out there).
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
“How’s this for recessive, you Bastards!”