After the fallout

I think I’d like to see this place once the bombs have fallen

Sallow husks etched into the backdrop

And a glorious infection of dust oversweeping man’s inability

To wander as free and as happy as before

An emphysema that grabbed hold of the earth’s mild milk

And soured it until dark spots appeared

As dark as dried blood and as fixed upon emptiness

As the man who had watched the aftermath of this beautiful end

A line drawn between here and nowhere had to pass through eternity

And an eternity which cannot be grasped must be destroyed

For me there is a time ahead, of unknown quantity

That no longer calls like it used to

Instead it groans and screams and murmurs that I should crawl back into the bunker

And pray that more bombs will fall and the infection will quicken

As for me this space holds my key

To watching as hopelessly as I did before

As the remaining world sits in the dust and weeps…