So I stood looking over the damage. I was late. You were early. — Station 11
when the world ends i’m in space
& i listen to the remaining people
on earth radio that they still
live hoping to be heard, saved
& i listen to the remaining people
in my memory who took my hand,
who now walk me toward a future
where they do not need me. strangers
on earth radio that they need
a savior but only find themselves.
does every living thing try to kill
itself? they remember before
& there is no before.
we lived hoping to be heard, saved
by something other, too plum
tired to speak to our ancestors
warning us of our fate.
when the world ends i’m in space
doomed to blackness, its star
siblings & i watch the eternal moon
pull waves of blood over what’s left.
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Lemmy Ya’akova is an advocate for y2k low culture, a film photographer, a popcorn enthusiast and a cat parent to their overgrown son, Moose. Their work can be found in SAND Journal, HAD (Hobart After Dark), Anti-Heroin Chic Magazine, Hooligan Magazine and more. You can keep up with their social medias and read their work here: https://linktr.ee/lem_jamin.