The End

by Bartholomew Barker, United States

We ravaged our hotel room
 like an aging rock star
 after a career
 of gold records and groupies.
 We overachieved,
 accomplishments both gory and glorious.
 We flung our fellow men to the Moon,
 our robots to the stars.
 We tamed the wilderness,
 consumed it whole
 until Poseidon swallowed the seaside cities,
 Thor hammered the flatlands
 and Shiva burned the rest,
 leaving our balding corpse
 naked on the toilet,
 gasoline overdose
 still in our veins.