Orders after an Apocalypse

Deciduous green coats the speed
of the four-lane
empty motorway,
the sky is white as bloodlessness,
my heart as coal.

Administer my backless dream
of bean-shoots
with cobalt sun.

Be merciful to all creatures
if only in death,
Your leniency will grant you favours.

Draw your curtains on each bright
mourning
and cry "Behold,
the world is mine now,
after your false
reign"

do what you like
with the bodies of the children;
lie in rippling grass among them,
as they were strewn.

Realise that
each is individual,
the mask of every moon rise
hails you newly.

And put the earth into sleep,
be true always,
count the blades of grass
until there are only shadows left.