doll's eye

Grey skies full of soot
clouds colored in despair
dust, dry to the root
cars rusted laying about
as if thrown by a restless child
burned out husks of yesterday
a single doll on her back
in woe looking at the sky
her human family had to die…

when the horsemen came
four bringing revelation
nation devouring nation
nothing more left alive
silently the doll looked at the sky
the day humanity wept and died…

(c) 2012 Allen Simpson
to humanity, who might never learn …

an old poem with a post-apocalyptic theme from my first poetry book ‘Tales From The Flow’

My first Book: Tales from the Flow
My first Book: Tales from the Flow