Re-Replacement.

The Electricity is gone.

The Lights are gone.

First there is Screaming-

So much Screaming.

And then

there is Chaos.

Starvation

Theft

Murder

Death.

Torment.

Who’s gonna feed you if there’s no system to do it? No driving force?

Who’s gonna catch you if they can’t hunt you down?

Can’t see you?

We are but left with the daytime sun,

and at night only remain the moonlight and the stars.

Oh,

The sun.

The moon.

The stars.

When the screaming eventually stops,

And the Death is finally gone,

All the small People can seem to do

Is stare at the breathtaking Perfection of it all. Mouths agape at the vastness of the Universe,

Of the constellations,

And admit in both shock and shame:

“We buried this Beauty

with an embarrassing Replacement”

And pray the Lights stay off.