everyone knows the story
of the last man on earth
him sitting in his room
the knock on the door
I heard a version once:
knock comes right after
the poor bastard opens his
mouth and downs a few
capsules of cyanide and dies
like an infant wish he was here
might have known what to do
now that the flowers are gone
we go like this: bees first
crops next then the rest of the
unfortunate damned I’m
not sure where the last man is
probably been dead for a while
probably never knew what he did
probably never been called king
Ellyn Touchette is a half-crazed biologist from Portland, Maine. She is on the board of directors for Port Veritas, a local poetry reading and nonprofit. Her work is present or forthcoming in The Emerson Review, Ghost House Review, The Open Field, and others. Ellyn plays roller derby, knows what an electrolyte is, and doesn't want to talk about her age.