Aftermath

There's a display of rocketry and fireworks

Somewhere on that distant horizon

Oscillating colors of emerald gold fire

Chains upon unending chains of velvet violet

The sands are accumulating at the bottom

And the quartz watch counts down in monosyllables

And the world seems to fold on itself

Like a paper boat sitting too long in the water

Shreds of the universe fluttering into oblivion

Tendrils of radiation, tentacles of disease

They won't stay under for long

The rubble have buried and the ash has choked

Too many fragile trachea

We have only survived by teeth skin and grit

The world will look on in ridicule

As we scramble back to the pyramid

They won't see the salt in our eyes

But the paper is still in the water

Rapidly dissolving into nothing but indistinguishable dust

All we have to do now, in this flake of time

Is to stand on shattered feet, bones and blood

And try to sew the ruined tapestry that is this world

Back together

A tattered mosaic of silk and silver threads

It could be a much brighter future than what we have now

These tarnished hands of mine

But even now, when the pieces have just managed to come together

We still don't know

What is warp and what is woof.