Time of detonation: noon
Jackknife through lunch rush hour
As I stare over the carcass dunes
Redolent burnt flesh and wilted flowers
We collapsed in on ourselves
Sabotaged infrastructure falters
Muted screams in a collaborative hell
Our terrorist prays at our alters
Economic liquidation
Crumbling foundations
As we became a land of pirates
Backstabbing, mutiny, debauchery
Anarchy, becoming our own tyrants
America will go down now in infamy
Seconds from midnight, the clock ticked
Hope died giving rise to the corrupt
Until finally someone engaged the kill switch
Annihilation erupted from the ground up
Government lied about how many silos
And the sick, ironic humor of all this
The fallout shelters were the first to go
Along with everything, cindered to a crisp
Stumbling over the ground of molten flesh
No tears; just shake my head and laugh
Make my way over the rotten hills of death
A kiss into the wind, as I take off my mask
Author notes
Shadows of the Heart contest, #12. Hills of Death.
So worried about without, when we will be destroyed from within.
A contest entry
- Shadows of the Heart (Round 1/3) Titles (Can now enter 2) by ShiningNShadows.
400 points, ended February 9, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow, A brilliant write! Full of imagery, as is all your work
The rhyme and flow was perfect in this piece! Wonderful Job! Good Luck in the contest hun!
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I like this writee overall. Rhyme feels forced to me, but the meaning is good and unique. Stanza five, the word "hoped" should be present tense. Other than that nice job. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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