Hunter
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After the holocaustAfter the Holocaust
Cold and white
Is the ground.
Red is the sky
And pale.
What is left of life
Smokes in the ruins
Of some forgotten city.
Silent and still
Is the air,
For there are no birds
To speak of
And none to speak of them anyway.
The wails of forgotten people
Resonate in the silence.
Little by little
The insects come out and feed
Amidst the death
Amidst the destruction.
Let us view this
And remember
For we
We, alone
Are the cause...
Copyright G.Langley 1984
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