Nuclear Winter Poem by TMA

A chilly wind blows across the barren land
Not a leaf rustles,
Not a body shivers-
There’s no-one left to feel its bite
And no trees left to dance to its whistle
All that stirs
Are the little eddies of swirling dirt
And the crumbling ruins
That collapse a little more into dust.

No sunshine penetrates the clouds
That, like a blanket, smother the sky
The world is drab and grey,
Enveloped in endless night
Locked in the eternal embrace
Of a nuclear winter
But it doesn’t matter-
There’s no-one left to mind.

Now the world is overrun
By mice and cockroaches-
Those perennial survivors
And they eat each other
For lack of other prey…
Earth; where Man once ruled supreme
But now has relinquished his dominion
And she revolves, empty and barren
With her sisters, around the sun…

Who knows, perhaps Mars
Was once ruled by proud Martians
Fierce, handsome, intelligent and proud
Perhaps their civilization
Was the jewel of the Solar System
Before they developed terrible weapons
And stubborn leaders and extreme ideology
Led them into a senseless war
That left nothing but dust and craters?