Alone (Poem by Hunt Bailey, Sketch by Will Orchowski)

Alone

The town is gone. The state is gone.
The country is gone. Everything is gone,
except for the three red trees.
I do not want to die like this.

There are sounds coming from the red trees.
Click-Clack. Click-Clack, then a long burrrrrrrrr.
The stars and moon have disappeared,
I do not want to die like this.

The trees suck up all of our purpose
And spit out the leftovers of what they
Don't want. They want to shine.
I do not want to die like this.