He Inhaled
He awoke in a fog, a cerebral maze
precisely fifty years from the days
of the battles over air and seas
Focusing his gaze, ruins all around
seeking in vain, a road out of town
Wide-eyed creatures with tails and CO2 feet
zoomed everywhere ~ he began to retreat...
Stopping by a riverbank, he paused for a drink
'til his senses were met by a terrible stink
Assessing the situation with his last drop of will
he inhaled more fertilizer ~ and lay deathly still
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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