Like a Wolf on the Fold
The forlorn, agonising howl marked the end.
They would not listen. No injunction had any meaning for them.
From the Garden of Eden to this.
Dreaming, questing for eternal life; at length, their haughty scientists produced it.
It had taken only one to begin the decimation of the Earth’s population.
Eternal was literal. They could not be killed – ever.
They could kill, and reproduce by killing.
Mankind, from dominant to extinct in five years.
The blink of a celestial eye.
Forgive them Lord, they know not what they do.
The last man fell.
I turned my attention elsewhere.
This was written for Stevie McCoy's Tuesday Tales 60
This story got an Honourable Mention from judge Sheilagh G. Lee @SweetSheil