humanity’s death started as a fashion.
bodies stained dollar bill green,
and cells verdant with foreign genes
growing into us, as ivy grows
into old brick.
escape from city life
with the clean air seeping from your pores.
greenhouse gases – now your slaves, and your sugars.
better to farm yourself than to rape the earth.
saving the world – a side-effect of free food,
and guilt-free minds.
but those seeds took root too deep.
forests grew from our flesh, swollen and rough.
when it rips, count rings –
new skin for each year passed.
hands that once held chainsaws and coffee cups,
a cascade of skeleton branches, and leaves
quivering with sunrise
that bleed when broken.
This placed in the finals of the Parallel Universe Poetry Competition.