Nebulous

Our time is short

in the embrace of Magna Mater. 

Innocence is eclipsed 

and vestige fades to crumbling ash. 

We are dissolved

By the sins of our fathers before us. 

Tumbling down, 

Oblivion's mouth a gaping maw below. 

There are not 

Words enough to describe the rapture. 

And so 

The seraphim rest in dismay. 

Our fingers 

Trace the outline of the throbbing bomb.

Even hell

Could not escape this reckless embrace. 

God is dead 

And all our dreams drowned with him. 

Tears running cold. 

Only the silent cry out for the souls of the dead. 

If we could 

Would we mourn them on the eve of destruction?

Or is the past 

Nothing more than an illusion of forgotten nightmares?

We breathe deeply, 

And pass on to a brighter tomorrow. 

Our hands 

Dissolve into the nuclear fallout. Running. Melting. 

Our bellies

Are full with this new and bitter defeat. 

And everywhere explosions of light and passion.