Gomorrah A.D.

A dot crept Tarnishing a blue sky. A red ball, a period, paused in small hands. Something twinkled in the sky—falling. An eye closed and a thumb raised: Smearing it, mocking it. A thousand gossamer threads trailed it. And Atropos—sublime, dreadful Was patient at her platform blades, hungry, dull from work Then: white, a silent white, a sheer white Flash, a Fatman burst Hell: bodies packaged in flames, Worn are sagging suits that peel Cord flesh hangs sight dangles Muddied sky, red pulse God? Knitting the air, screams throb Weave a blanket obscene Rain. Warm droplets explode Stain, black, skin. Rain. Divine Intervention-less pit charred city flavorless Gather in tight little herds Sore carapace fester, abandoned eyes A peer here,there, glimpse glint Something scuttles across window—soul? Click, click. Hand tremble snap moment: Lonely wall fragment black relief Children moan for release. God?