Desolation
'as i walk the empty rows, dust blows and swirls around, their vacant faces staring at me like the statues of kings, somber and majestic, yet dead all the same, the hulks of wrecked cars loom over me, soldier-like in there solidarity, the old scars of the flames cut shadows into the face of the buildings, the yip of a lone coyote the only sound for miles, echoing through this post holocaust landscape, i continue to walk, mile after mile, encountering not a single surviving soul, lest you count the ghosts of this dead town, i enter the buildings at night, shelter from the mutant beasts that grace the face of this wrecked spaceship, the last survivor, on what was once called Earth.' Rex Clay MIchael Dayringer 3/31/06