The Land was Barren the Sky was BlackA Poem by RuseInex thermonuclear war and modern doomsday preppers, is it worth the efforts to potentially survive the aftermath? The land was barren, the sky was black no birds, no clouds, no trees no stars, just the celestial pall of dark matter, cold of space no moon, but red cooked blood is all it was no sun, but grey no wind, just pulsating waves radiation's silent concussion no sound, just stillness screaming the man moved heavy a lone one of few remaining trudging through plutonium mist from a hole he had emerged like a festered, glowing screwfly on the decimated earth become an all encompassing skeletal hiroshima nightmare, chernobyl's chemical desolation, with mottled glows of utter black's opague with shades or radiation's hues' of phantoms' greys he wore his mask, to earth's surface a solitary radiation castaway carrying his epidural pen, a feeble ploy against death's rems throes, owed to those beneath, human moles awaiting scout's return within their doomsday shelter atropine coursed in his veins beneath his hazmat suit he shone halogen's light beam into the dark, all directions' circle could not see but black his light tried to cut through as if to pierce a tunnel in coal, yet the lumens shrank as if afraid to pierce the pitch they gave him only scattered photons at his feet no solace, all directions blind, fear's panic seized, squeezed his throat aborted path on devastated earth he wondered why he'd been persuaded for such a futile quagmire, a nuclear time had been set to which he'd been alarmed minutes to midnight's atomic clock and wished instead now vain, should have shunned in retrospective ire, have preferred an instant death, ground zero vaporized he turned despaired, fearing direction's loss, became like lead, made a pivot back, to a coward's retreat to his silo's womb, earth vibrated thickly rough he was knocked down with forceful thud on radioisotopic ground ripped his suit, tore his mask he could not look away, saw a light far high, like a quasar star; moving bright across celestial dome, an arc to reach apogee, then descended slow by gravity's gentle tug to fall a bursting light of a trillion suns thermonuclear bomb sent by whom? triggered by computer glitch, programmed for this event? how could man after hell's exchange still release another one? even now in his sordid state managed to reason's analyze months had passed since world war three he pondered in mortal awe, what fiend or force, what power could, for death still thirst, to send another one what logic, insanity, credo's pulse, uphold to full epidemy, how many more to come? as he crawled back to his hollow hole hell's gins danced and laughed upon the lap of shiva's bloody gun writhing, whirling, devilish joy, evil specters mocked and rejoiced in the black's eternal void, of man's remaining atmosphere his extermination now complete they reveled in dirge of rancid joy, evil din as another star descended, slowly lulled by gravity from its fullest apogee for another burst to partake and prolong the violent rape of wobbling earth in her final throes of death © 2016 RuseInex |
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RuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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