Simplicity Of Fish Poem by Rabi Anata

Without word he headed east,
Riding horseback in a sunrise's wing.
Road unraveled,
Red Sky loomed
Which with heat, came to dance,
But only spinning, 'twas.
Day and night lack in scenery;
Were no stars come out
Nor clouds about,
Only wide barren plains,
And flat, repeating skies:
Reminders of past locations
Seen by his eyes.
Then yonder, to his faith, a stream was born
In the seemingly sterile land.
From the horse, he leapt,
And saw there were fish and,
As the moon appeared far off
Night's obscurity revealed the fish's glow.

Then appeared the face of his wife
Distorted by the ripples and waves,
Smiling, but sad..
Indeed, charging days of old forth.
And it is then the world, he sees,
Nearly a century ago;
Minutes before the war Earth was to undergo.
Then were the families
He use to know,
For whom he shared his love;
All killed...thousands at a time.
Had he wist the coming of this,
He'd have stood betwixt,
But he was away...away.
Blood and rotting flesh
Were at his arrival
Though nothing else.
He watched for his wife, Magdeline,
But alas, not a trace!
What longing there was to touch her face,
But when he reached, his hands grasp naught.

The past,
Simple and bittersweet,
Just as the fish's shine under moonlight.
Thoughts of home
He pondered from dusk till dawn;
Wondered what'd have happened if he hadn't gone,
And how he stumbled here.
It was clear, no other breathed the Earth's air,
And how it made him so alone.
The glow of fish, even, no longer shone.
Just a horse to travel by, to and fro,
With not a desired place to go.
Options, none, the man mounted the horse,
And started on his way up north.
Where his journey first began.
Thither, corpses of the once-were covered streets
In their constant decay,
Unable to empathize or to feel
With he who wandered, wordless still.