the bullet blast litters the sky with light
the sun closes it's eyes to the future signs seen by the polystyrene plastic man
who stands to face the fire that moulds him
the paper people chant
"if we tolerate this then our children will be next"
before the natural world holocaust turns them to ash
and blows them away on a nuclear breeze
the dying international winter freezes fragments of life in a silence
and suspends the broken missiles in time and space
future signs fall from the sky
all that remains
