Deluge of Fire

This work of poetry is a creative, spur-of-the-moment type of reflection on the existential terror of impending nuclear annihilation. I think that it employs the usage of instant rushes of terror within the human psyche.

Nothing less than innocent musings

Accompanied a day of banal enjoyment

And then the blast of the tone that travels

Far from the horizon of the sky and land-

"This is not a test", and so I am raptured into fear

That I am at a terrible end.

My ear drums shall burst, and my innards shall be flinged into ash,

My head as the tip of a missile I cannot fathom.

The chards of glass that shall puncture my most frail frame

Keep me terrifyed of the indignant burial I shall suffer at the hands of fate.

My hair shall become frazzled by the fire.

My face shall melt until my blackened skull shall burst,

All into a thousand pieces at once- with stupifying rapaciousness

Of the fire that shall reign down from the abyss of hell.

The sirens scream to my delerium and I wish that it is but a dream.

The promises of a kiss now put to fuel the fire,

Humanity the extinct shall never suffer a love once more!

The wave has hit me, and the deluge has swallowed the damned on this earth.

The television makes that screeching noise of doom,

And thus the thunder of the sun booms as the greatest sound man shall last hear.