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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SAU chapter.
The birds will fly still.
Turn up stones, sticks,
they’ll gather our
leftover bones
to build their nests.
They’ll tweet through the forest,
lush and green,
rebuilt
remade
from the remains
of the humans unseen.
The birds will repopulate,
They will live prosperous and happy lives.
The humans were mean and irate
and could not survive.
The birds will exist
long beyond us,
they will
nap
flap
and crap
all over
our mangled bones
buried, wantless
and dismissed.