Mushroom Soup

Above our heads that cloud Mushroom shaped death With a pyroclastic promise Of incineration leaving Nothing but our shadows That we can only hope Carries upon it no pain No suffering as we just vanish Along with most other Life and species on this planet And a nuclear winter Lasting for many long years But with no one to mourn No one to shed a tear I take no joy in spreading fear But have no faith in those who rule I will take no pleasure if I am right As humanity succumbs to eternal midnights No ringing of church bells No tombstones Over which to dwell A thousand years from now The planet will heal And with no human species This earth will grow very well In time nobody will even know Or be able to tell That the miracles known as human beings Here used to dwell As we will be a myth But written in no books And told in no stories For they like us will fail to exist.