Ruination

The earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor,

Breeding no life for the future of the world

In wake of a nuclear war bodies rise from the fractured and decomposing fields of abandonment.

Their bodies and faces mutated and disfigured,

Still breathing through their brimful lungs

They limp and crawl across the ruins they once claimed on a leisurely ongoing march.

Their flesh still burns, the skin blackens

And embers into the dimming air.