Atomic Township

A little town bathed in light Green fields, blue crystal rivers perfect roads, winding this way and that Perfect People in a Perfect World dogs wag tails of joy with, children, feet skipping, enthused The lawns neatly cut, sprinklers lead water into Perfect gutters bikes ride, kites fly, games played Darkness looms upon the hills A black snake, it creeps towards its Perfect prey, A red-eye, writhed in smoke and atoms crashed and Booms in the distance Harbringer of Death and Decay CHANGE A little town bathed in ash Dead fields, red rivers running Roads uprooted, winding this way and that Perfect People in a Perfect Tomb dogs tails lay unmoving children's feet crumbled together lawns overrun, sprinklers wash running red into over-dosed gore plugged gutters bikes are mangled, kits torn games of politicians abrogate all A small music box lays dead-center playing, echoing across the town the only memory of hope and suddenly GONE gone, lifted away by the midday sky blasted out of existence choked by ASH A little town bathed in Time