WAR LIFE DEATH GLOOM THE POST APOCALYPSE
War Life Death Gloom The Post Apocalypse, a series of poems that read like a single epic poem.
Spanning the early day, when we all thought the war will pass, before the blasts, to the middle times of the cannibals, and the suicide of hope,
to the post apocalypse, and the children born into it, who grew up to rule the new world. The era of War, The era of Life, The era of Death, The era of Gloom, The era of The Post Apocalypse.
PRE DAWN GLOOM
City, slowly, falling.
Sniper rifle on hold,
Webcams looking out into this broken world.
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.
IN THE END
When the only other person
Who is alive dies alone,
On the other side of the world.
No booming voice from heaven,
Or smiling sun
Will announce that you are the last man alive,
No animal will stand
I heard across the land that,
You are the last of your kind, my condolences”
No wind will whisper, or botany speak
“Your family is gone you are alone now child”
No one will say,
And no one will know,
The world is infinitely lonely