After the Bomb
after the bomb
there’s no longer anything to see
there’s nothing to see but ashes
and the charred remains of what used to be
planet earth
there’s no talking
for there is no one to hear you
there’s no longer anything to hear
no voices, no music, no laughter
just the wind
and there’s nothing more to smell
no roses, no perfumes, no fresh baked bread
just the fire
for, you see
after the bomb
there’s no longer anything
