The world lay smashed and broken
as man’s loathsome desire for destruction
past its peak.

Cities lay in rubble, dark clouds of death
hanging serenely overhead.
As the dying screamed below.

Charred bodies, buried beneath
mountains of brick and stone.
Never to find peace in some hallowed place.

The world had fallen silent at last.
The roar of the blast wave had stopped.
The crashing of ancient buildings had stopped.

Still the death went on.
Clouds of radioactive dust now smothered
the works of man.
Dust that burnt the life from those that lived.

Dust that brought vomit, red soars and
incontinence to everyone that experienced
It.

Dust that brought death and peace
in equal measure.
Dust you could not see.

The leaders were dead of course.
Those that had unleashed this
holocaust upon us all.

Dead but not forgotten by
those few who made it through.
Those fatal final hours.