by Nick Gisburne
They seal us in the hibernation banks
Now spared the Great Contagion, we will live
The sleep is entered freely, with our thanks
On Doomsday we have nothing else to give
I find I am the only one awake
Surviving countless centuries of sleep
Whatever sterile corridor I take
The dormant are a thousand levels deep
The monitors display a world renewed
A paradise has healed the lands we choked
It waits for us to enter, to intrude
To desecrate its beauty, unprovoked
Without regret, I reach to pull the plug
And suffocate my species with a shrug
