Aoife Arras is New City Arts Poetry Fellow. Aoife completed the inaugural Poetry of Power workshop in Spring 2020.
My name is Aoife Arras. I am a student at Monticello High School. I am grateful for the opportunity the Poetry of Power Workshop gave me, and for the things I learned from it. I enjoy writing because it is unbounded and limitless—you can make it whatever you want it to be.
The Last Day of the World
By Aoife Arras
On the last day of the world I would not move.
My bare feet would take me to the bottom of a valley where I would then lay and do absolutely nothing, until the last day of the world came to a close and my eyes closed with it.
On the last day of the world I wouldn’t shed tears, for though there are many things I wish I could have done, there are many things that I’ll remember even as I lie dead in my grave.
My bones could rot and the dirt could spill into my coffin and my brain would evaporate but the chemicals that created my memories would seep into the ground, where the seeds keep the things I’ll remember forever.
On the last day of the world I’d listen to the acid rain pouring itself upon the leaves and I’d sing as the trees and I slowly dripped away.