the swimmers pt. 1 & 2

the swimmers pt 1 & 2

pt.1
as the polar ice caps have widdled to their last three days of solid form,
the earth is flooded to its highest peaks,

where hundreds of humans huddle with their mouths
pointing at the sun like a field of flowers.

this is the last of us
upon these mountains,

and i have somehow been separated from my family.

the heroes, in these last days, are the swimmers
who travel from mountain to mountain
with our messages of love.

i care no longer about trying not to drown.
i'll not even tread the water that envelopes me.

sure that my last breaths exist only to speak with a swimmer.


pt 2.

i've suddenly become very conscious of the lateness of things,
though my dream taught me many lessons:

that at the end of the world, if the swimmers are the heroes,

then, technology, of course, has failed us.
at last, the golden thread of WTL (will to live)
weaves through our words,

we die believing we are

connected.

the hero doesn't try to save our lives.
the hero swims with our letters in the final triumph of humanity.
we get to say goodbye, in the end.