Smithereens

 

The bridge is destroyed

with fallen masonary in the river beneath

The occasional missle or drone shoots past the window

of my multi storied apartment

Where I lay on an unmade bead with soiled sheets

slowly sipping a glass of the finest malt whiskey

It is the last bottle from my hidden store room

where a few other tranquilizing agents are to be found

I am resigned to the end coming soon

as long as I am pissed out of my mind

Left to feel nothing until blown to smithereens

with atoms cascading onto the street below

The building shudders and my thoughts rumble in a 

mind which is wasted beyond repair

Outside men are killing each other

which is beyond my comprehension

I want no part in this horror story

let me be obliterated soon, let mercy come

Then that blinding flash, then nothing

darkness and dust and tears of grief

and a bleeding belly