The Last Woman on Earth

The Last Woman on Earth


She walks from glen to glen, hoping to see again,
The opposite of her gender.

Not relishing repeated history;
She would hope he does not remember -

Wars and strife's and greediness of heart,
With the singleness of beginnings,

Hoping for a fresh new start.

Contending not with jealousy, or muscles macho-istic,
Looking for the last one standing, and certainly not sadistic.

Adam may have been the first one listed with Eve his lifelong second,
But without Eve by his side, eternity would never have beckoned.

The men of fools come not from Eve's lovely womb,
Neither do they spring from loins of men, gathered from an earlier tomb -

They come from beyond this life, and THROUGH not FROM you, lovely lady,
So dispel the thought of what went wrong - in your soul is nothing shady.

It is the same with the life of saints, of which through women come,
To bless humankind with the stars of the soul and to rearrange destinies sum.

Respectful evermore of the lady's refrain,
Never again to cause inner rain.

She only is now left with an empty world,
Devoid of men and children, brothers and sisters too,

She clings to her last hope - of love that is true.

All alone and wondering just what went wrong?
Life was not strange, just so very long.

No worries but fearful of what lies ahead,
Loneliness to be her only dread.

"Fools!" she screams with no one to hear
And in the next glen, sheds a silent tear.

Mountains behind her, valleys below,
What's that in the distance? A single shadow…?