Fallout: A Collection of Poems

THE FALLOUT

Emerging from
              Our shelters 
We walk the desolate 
Streets
 
                             Dust particles
                                       Stripping 
                             Our throat linings
                             Like hot arguments
 
We trudge 
      Through
Wreck and ruin 
In search of some 
Salvation
 
                                   But we won’t 
                                   Find it yet 
                                   The dust 
                                   Ain’t settled
 
The war rages 
And until
It ends the 
Fallout
 
                          Will cloud our 
                          Mind’s
 
Eye 
Indefinitely

Illustration by Sofia Toi.

You can read Sam’s previous selection of poems here.