The WInter Of You.
I'm sitting in a low lit roomwith a windup radio
listening to the emergency frequency
and waiting for this to pass
I've got a yellowing photograph of you
and a hazy grasp upon the truth
my periscope allows me to see through
the nuclear winter of you
living from canned tins and batteries
re-reading the same books endlessly
I've burnt through a million notepads
thinking of how great our future could have been
released fusion makes atoms explode
Scientists shake their hands and know
the power to destroy the world
is born from the womb of a girl
posted by Mark @ 9:36 PM
1 Comments:
That's beautiful Mark, bravo. Great imagery.
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