One Million Suns

A dirty stone thrown
from far away
carrying death to all 
   
Life
          all within its grasp
suffer now,
the tearing   the butchery,
a megaton knife carves
last movement into stone.
Spreading an angry message,
death greets them all -
embracing equally the guilty
and the innocent
   judgement

no one misses the shadow play
   the street theatre
performed on heated throughfares.

the critics are stunned, but won over
thousands of screams are lost in the applause

count to nine
   never
           get to ten
Life, love and thought
evaporate
flesh, glass and steel

hell is unleashed.
living dead
stalk the empty streets,
while the hawks lie sated
 
sayonaras never said,
   lips almost touching
      new lives unfinished...
         old men disappear

now you see
              the cherry blossom falls 
now you don’t
                ashes scatter like petals

hope distils from evil
pure in hindsight,
quick to ferment - 
such peaceful inebriation
soon placed by hangover
and headaches of ideology

this was the past
this was the present
this was the future

was it the end?