If the world should end

If the world should
and I, having never been in
love, survived

would my life be considered
a crime?

A Renaissance woman
(in all aspects,
except knowing when appropriate
to lie)

understands that all must be done
for the greater

that evil lies in the
self and not
the objects we

and in that spirit
files down every
post-apocalyptic callous.

Still, you
accuse me of selfishness
when I am trying my best
to be a

Fear not the fire and brimstone,
the fizzle, nor the bang−
in the end we are saved
by our idols

and I
have none.


Originally published in Literary Orphans