The Last Estate

From far away The people come Wanting water Wanting rum In the fountain They do see A billion dollars Glittering The children stroll Across the walk At the table Fathers talk Happy glances From mom to mom In the garden Life is calm Piercing sounds In the ears Newborn screams Enticing fear Blinding light Cannot see The mushroom cloud Takes a tree Weathered wind Knocks kids down Earth is breaking All around Death smoke Fills the lungs It’s the very thing They ran away from Hell in a form Of light It vaporized The estate with night On the walls Their shadows stained From far away The people came Carrying along The atom rain