Nervously, I stand, hands to the back of the road
Birds melodically chirping in my ear,
I pace, feet beginning to corrode
Until the shot. I looked to my rear.
Bullets had pierced everything:
Plants, cars, humans. Everything now silent;
Clouds, dark skies, shadows –
The signs of a terrifying riot.
My feet lay apart, assessing the situation,
Silent was the road, myself and corpses.
Birds have disappeared,
Nothing left of the sun except a colourless
Ball of stone.
I stand in amazement on the dark road,
Sounds of sirens piercing my ear.
I think of running, all corpses beginning to erode,
My hands drop the gun –
I run away in fear.