...I...
On the eve of nuclear destruction, I wandered the halls
of Hades, wet from wading out of Styx's horrible jaws
Escaping through the chasm of my new-born insanity
Trampling living corpses outside Persephone's fortress
Locked out of the gates of hell, they're refused death;
Abuse breath with lungs that no longer consume fresh
Air...They stare, emaciated, scream and moan for home,
As they decompose under my sole, and I am alone.
For the river's made me invicible like Achilles, to watch
The dying lay prone with a heart now defiant as stone..
And I am alone among the creations of Eve and Atom
Burnt offerings to the gods of man's greed and avarice
What was the catalyst ~ for the explosion that exposed this
Open hole in man's soul and his ~ life as a masochist
Was it oil? Territory or perhaps the gods were at war
Did Isis and Osiris contract a plot to counter-attack Thor?
I'd awoke from the dark and guilty sleep instilled in me
And traveled the embattled lands and their filthy scenes.
Of roasted people, laying on their backs and still screaming
Still steaming! Some on fire, long dead, but still breathing.
All night I walked until I fell beneath the rung of a stair,
Which oddly caused my scalp to shake free some of its hair.
Was this really my home now, in my old home town?
With the door wide-open and the windows blown out?
I crept up the steps and spied the crypt's encrepted vision
My parents in front of the TV, burned beyond recognition.
My father's coal skin spat cinders that singed my shoes
He had screamed so loud, his jaw was unhinged and loose
He lay over another body, that he had covered with a quilt
I pulled it away...and he shattered, over my mother sitting still...
She lay covering her ears, most of her flesh turned to dust
Burned in gusts of radiation! I couldn't face it, turned to run
— to the bathroom, nauxious as I felt the vomit coming
And found the tub over-flowing with the cold-faucet running
The water was now boiling, and at base of the sink basin
My brother was half-alive, scalded with molding abrasions
He barely spoke, and lay in a pool of his feces and waste
I screamed at him to wake up and to please take my place!
Let me die! So I won't have to see his grieved, wasted face
Awaken in agony, why did all this have to happen to me?!
I pulled and screamed at him to rise, I refused to bury him
So I weakly lifted him out of the house and carried him...
Through the Wastelands, where Pluto and Osiris ruled,
A nuclear creation of a nation run by enlightened fools...
...to be continued