Post Apocalypso

[MystyrMystyry]

A figure
Lean, mean, unclean
Emerges from the fog
Staggers toward town
Eyes blue as lakes
Man With Three Roots
Dug from the mine
While the bombs dropped
Like hailstones

In the charred landscape
Lit by lightning flashes
Craters filled with acid rain
Pauses to contemplate
His good fortune

Stumbles onward
Throwing rocks
To detect the puddles
And bubbles
Of demateriality

Catches his reflection
In a radioactive pond
Which it fails to improve
The scar across his head
Where the axe had fallen

Radio transmission
Crackles and popples
Babies born with prehensile tails
TV antennas from their heads

Three roots in his bag

Arrives at cafe ruins
A chair under a parasol

The Grudge
Blares out of
The solar radio

Again his reflection
In a piece of smashed window
Not a looker
This bloke is uggo
With moustache like a walrus
And complexion
The texture of bone

Rifles through rucksack
Papers and documents
Worthless passport
Doctor Bacon'n'Eggs

Unwraps waxpaper
Stale sticky bun
Greasy sausage
Lights a thin cigar

Had a house here once
Doubts he'll find it
Not even the street

A scratch in the rubble
Draws his attention
In time
To see it climb out

Looks like a baby?

With a tail?

And aerials?

But only a baby

Big though
And fast


Then sees another

Soon a gang
Of transfigured babies


Sits still
Eats the cigar butt

And on weary legs
Sprints for cover








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[E.A Rumfield]

I don't quite know what to say. Sounds like a John Carpenter movie.

[Jerrybaldy]

movie for sure. I had rambo in mind. Can never doubt the freedom of your imagiantion MM. I do not know your age, I would guess 20 something, but with no real basis, but you seem to have been able to keep the part of your mind that is often lost. Nothing but respect for that.

[MystyrMystyry]

Thanks E.A Rumfield :)

Carpenter-esque is okay - trying for a bit of symbolism in there as well.

[MystyrMystyry]

Thankyou JB :)