Streaking moonlight across benches
Fluttering dust in the night,
Deep within flight,
Friends all dead.
No fight left.
Meat eating children of the new world
Howling out of their minds.
Last possible steps
Leading towards the alter,
Searching for salvation,
Unaware that there ever was a god
Unable to complete the steps,
Dead man’s trinity,
Sweating, cold, tired,
Last real tobacco cigarette Lit,
Deep drags, savoring every bit
Grenade pin removed, pressure held.
Doors burst open,
Screams, and laughs, and howls, and tears.
Think about throwing it,
Realize how tired,
Exhale leaves with the finger release.
War Life Death Gloom The Post Apocalypse