post-apocalyptic witnesses
In my eyes
The fires of the world
Flared and died
draining away the sea and the life
leaving behind only smoke and
Salt from our tears,
witnesses of ruin - our lives in the ashes
We knew this would happen.
They knew this would happen.
Blood and skin passed down to deal
with this burden of annihilation.
Cities and nations -
their ember coloured money
in throbbing heaps in the grey streets-
nothing more than paper.
They knew this would happen
and yet they did it anyway.
