Hantz Farms The Society August 20, 2012 Poetry By Evan Mantyk The Apocalypse: what would it look like? Half the people now gone, When the gods’ dike That holds back raging waters was half withdrawn. Weeds overgrown, buildings abandoned, Houses like faces of ghosts, And locals who look stranded On an endless cracked concrete coast. In the streets of Detroit, I walk, Looking over my shoulder Wary that the locals may stalk If they get a bit bolder. In search of an antidote To save the rest of the nation Before the decay begins to float And spread devastation. I find endless graffiti Like messages from a lost race I find a past century’s Train station an empty disgrace. At last! Beneath the infectious decay Lined up in neat rows, I find children of the new way In brilliant purity glow. The tree saplings stand short but straight Ready to grasp at the future, To change the city’s fate By one day being prized furniture. The locals get bold but do not stalk, They come to see the tree farm And are merely glad to talk, One says, “I don’t see any harm. “I see only promise in these trees, That from our torpid chains Will set our strength free To build something of value to sustain.” Notes: Read more about Hantz Farms here. Bio: Evan Mantyk is a newspaper editor, writer, and poet living in Harrison, New York. He is president of the Society of Classical Poets. Related Post ‘To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring... To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring For some a robin heralds in the Spring. Others: a crocus or a daffodil. My old man claims it’s... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.