I stumble through rubble once called Main Street…
shopping only for some form of water…
no need any more for fashion’s elite
look…for caviar or fast food…fatter
days turned to bone lean…through eternal haze
I sense almost sunset…slight breeze a chill
searing my blistered skin…making me crazed…
never to heal it seems…human road kill
is everywhere still…Corner of 1st Street…
gave Jill a first kiss here…she kissed me back…
she’s gone like the rest…my god she was sweet…
pray for her spirit…all their spirits…black-
outs come quicker…ah…water…poisoned by
radiation…no matter…so am I…
Roger Armbrust
September 9, 2020
