Life After Nuclear Fire

A Weird Fiction Poem

By: Charles Aldux

9/29/2022

A lot has changed since I last saw you, friend.

The earth’s planes have shifted.

Necrotic men have been thrown into the irradiated waters.

Causing the waters of the earth to gain a tinted red.

I dare not wish to allow the mistakes to combine.

To take hold of what I hate.

I daren’t desire the barren lands to grow again what once did transpire.

A civilisation that will once again give birth to a nuclear fire.

Sociological vampirism is what was once conveyed.

And I have walked outside of town to no longer see you.

A reminder of hostilities that wander amidst my mind.

My friend, I speak to you daily, though you remain not with I.

As I look upon the not so halcyon sky.

And gaze at the vermilion seas,

Something beckons me.

And my soul seems to become seized by an unknown entity.

A thought becomes portrayed.

Of how I can remember the causation.

And how I wish to never visit you again.

Of the area of an amassed decrepitude.

The radiation upon this barren land…

I swear, it makes me feel phantom pain.

Such as that of an egregious kind.

But when I look down.

I hate to think of how I was once grazed.

As I can hear your summoning sound.

And I calmly cry.

As I know there is none other to testify.

That you my friend…

The one I have absquatulated from…

Are my tainted grave.