What is on your plate
on the eve of the apocalypse?
Perhaps oatmeal, oatmeal is good
for stick to your ribs,
not knowing when or if
you'll eat again.
Or does filling your belly and blood
with spirits sound more appropriate?
Maybe a vegan considers
cheese omelet
when faced with destruction
on a global scale.
A charcuterie board for me,
a burger for you,
a wine made from sour grapes
to pair with impending doom.
If tree bark is on the menu
post planet purge,
we must remember to give thanks
for the trees that still stand
despite the world burning.

How shall we dine tonight, my love,
while we have teeth
and sight to appreciate presentation?
Enjoy what is left us
but don't drink the water.
That's how it begins.

Sara Sarna is a poet and actor in Southeastern Wisconsin. Her poems have appeared in print, online and on stage. Much of her inspiration comes from the woods and her first chapbook of nature poetry Whispers from a Bench was published in 2019.