the Atomic Desert

Atomic Wasteland

the Atomic Desert

Widespread destruction

Collapse of civilization

Premeditated extinction

Planned extermination

Warped metal, rusted metal

Melted glass, stained glass

A holocaust in human costs

As we know it, suddenly lost

Long shadows no one sees

World with no technology

Containment not considered

Fallout a continual blizzard

War machines commanded

Frozen and abandoned

Not even a corpse to recognize

The world no longer civilized

No safe place to evacuate

Sit and wait or perhaps mutate

Plutonium, Radium, Uranium

Chain reactions unchained

The fission cycle on repeat

Eternally haunted by and by

Ghosts of ground zero

Scorching winds of erosion

Nuclear famine casualties

Everywhere calvities

Underground a few remain

Everything around has changed

Never be the same

Only pain

And utter shame

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The Nuclear Option – Painting the Atomic Desert

Free people across the globe fear it.  Politicians threaten each other and nuclear arsenals grow. They rally around the cry that unless we stockpile arms we’ll be attacked.  Scientists study the “what if’s” but have no idea what to expect.  The media watches with baited breath as tensions grow, feverishly writing inflammatory drivel.  Hollywood creates post-apocalyptical scenarios where humans become primitive and war-like.  Everyone has an opinion,  and yet…we really don’t know what global nuclear war would mean.

 

R J Schwartz
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

4 thoughts on “the Atomic Desert

  • July 22, 2016 at 9:58 PM
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    One can only hope this scenario doesn’t come to fruition, but it seems inevitable. Nicely rendered in emotive poetic verse Ralph.

  • July 24, 2016 at 8:51 PM
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    Life is so fragile, more so now than ever. What is to come is a scary thought, something we don’t want to see, but it sure is threatening. Very well phrased poem, Ralph. Well done.

  • July 26, 2016 at 9:33 AM
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    Thanks – I’ve been toying with this concept for some time – it’s a tough thought to actually get on paper.

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